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lesbianism is grasping at the hand of the woman who has your heart and pulling her close, regardless of the knife she holds to your stomach, instead of pushing her away
#hotd#house of the dragon#game of thrones#emma d’arcy#olivia cooke#alicent hightower#rhaenyra targaryen#rhaenicent#oh we eating good this season lads#hotd s2#hotd season 2
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can i request a continuation of the jamie x kent!reader baby fever fic where they actually have a kid? the best friend’s sister trope is one of my favs and i literally eat up anything you write🤍
I had some down time today, so I wrote a little thing for this! It probably makes more sense if you read the other fics in this Kent! reader universe. Here’s a list:
take your time while you’re mine
would it be enough if i never gave you peace
let’s fall in love for the night
Thanks for requesting!!
here in my arms
Roy is holding the tiniest baby he’s ever seen.
“There’s no way I was ever that small,” Phoebe whispers from the couch next to him, and Roy agrees. Surely Phoebe was bigger than this little bundle he’s looking at.
“Cute little lad, ain’t he?” Jamie says from the other couch.
Roy’s not sure what to say because on the one hand, he doesn’t want to explicitly agree with something Jamie’s said but on the other hand… this kid’s fucking adorable.
“Jamie,” calls your voice from upstairs.
“Coming!” he replies. “You’re good here, yeah Roy?”
Roy scoffs. Is he good here. He’s Uncle fucking Roy. He’s a pro.
“Right, I’ll take that as a yes then,” Jamie says. “Food should be here in an hour. If me ’n the missus ain’t awake by then, just let us be. We don’t need food.” He gets halfway out the room before he stops and asks, “You’re sure you’re good here?”
This time, Roy fully rolls his eyes. “Fuck off, Tartt. Go get some sleep before my sister fucking murders you.”
Jamie says, “Right,” salutes to Phoebe, then turns on his heel to head upstairs to your bedroom. He shuts the door behind him and slips under the covers. The curtains are pulled, and it’s dark in the room despite the fact that it’s only the middle of the morning.
You’re barely awake, but you’ve tried your best to stay conscious until Jamie got there. You wiggle close to him and let him pull you into his arms.
“Kid’s fucking great, huh?” he whispers into your hair.
“Hm,” you agree.
“Mum said she’ll be down in a coupla days to help out. Simon’s coming too. Is that alright?”
“Don’t care,” you say. “I need sleep, babe. Kid’s seven days old and I am already wiped out. How’m I supposed to do this for eighteen years?”
Jamie’s rubbing circles on your back, and the only thing keeping you from sleep is the thought that you might not be cut out to be a mother.
“You’ve got me,” he says. “You’re not alone, babe, plus Phoebe can babysit in another three years.”
“I am not leaving George with a thirteen-year old,” you reply. “Nothing against Phoebs, but I can barely leave him with my brother right now without worrying about him. I just wish Molly weren’t so busy because I really, really need her right now.”
A tear leaks out of your eye onto Jamie’s shirt, but he doesn’t care. “It’s alright, babe,” he says, “swear down. Mum’s a fuckin’ genius with babies. She raised me, didn’t she? And I was a fucking handful.”
That just makes you cry even harder. “I want my mum, Jamie. Why did she have to go? I wish- I wish she and dad didn’t leave us. She’s supposed to be here, supposed to help with George and hold my hand and tell me I was the exact same when I was a baby but no she and dad had to fuck off to Paris or something stupid when I was two and leave me and Molly with our cousins! It’s shit. How can you just walk out on your own kids?”
Jamie kisses your forehead and says, “Oi, look. You’re already miles better at being a mum because you’re never going to walk out on George. And mum loves you, mostly because you make sure I eat real food, but she’ll stay as long as you need. I’m off training for another week, besides. Don’t have to go back just yet.”
You sniffle. “I should’ve had him during the off season.”
“Oh yeah, because we planned George’s conception all proper-like,” Jamie retorts.
You’re silent and for a moment he thinks you’ve fallen asleep, except you shudder once, so he knows you’re still crying. Jamie holds you as tight as he can, at a loss for words. He’s pretty sure you’re just tired with fucked-up hormones and that either Molly or his mum knows how to handle this, but for now he’s at a loss for a solution. He’s trying to think of something to say when you beat him to it.
“Do you think his middle name’s dumb?”
That is certainly not what he expected to hear. “Fuck no,” he replies. “George Kent Tartt? Kid’s going places with a name like that.”
You sigh. “He’s gonna fucking hate us for that. Shit, we should’ve done something normal.”
“How the fuck is ‘Kent,’ not normal? Y’know what’s mental? The fact that me mum named me ‘James Tartt.’ Come on, babe. Jam Tart? That’s all I ever got called in primary school.”
“I did veto a lot of your choices,” you murmur.
Jamie shakes his head. “You did, didn’t you? Shame. Kid could’ve been named ‘Apple Tartt.’ He’d’ve fucking loved that.”
“For sure,” you agree. Jamie’s glad to hear that your voice is returning to its normal, sleepy state so he tries to stay as still as possible. Sure enough, you emit a small snore less than a minute later. Jamie smiles to himself and closes his eyes. He thinks he can hear Roy saying something to George and/or Phoebe, so he lets himself drift off with you.
#jamie tartt x reader#jamie tartt fanfiction#jamie tartt imagine#jamie tartt x y/n#jamie tartt x you#jamie tartt#ted lasso
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An old interview from 2007 ☺️
[credit to Twitter user who took photos of the interview]
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Coldplay in scarves and woolly mittens. The Libertines as Dickensian street urchins, and REM's Michael Stipe as um, Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer. The NME Christmas cover has an illustrious tradition of rock stars arsing around in their best dressing up clobber for a day Some need gentle coaxing, some need a raft of costume. based ideas sent over by our art team before theyll commit. Others, like this year's Christmas cover stars Arctic Monkeys, have planned the concept and hired the outfits even before our tentative email request has had time to settle in their manager's inbox. "We want to be evil elves," came the return message moments later. "Not naughty elves, not mischievous elves. EVIL ELVES.” Which is why, one Wednesday afternoon in late November, we find ourselves at a north London photo studio strapping dynamite sticks to reindeers, impaling others with giant shards of metal, hiding a bomb in a snowman's hat and handing Arctic Monkeys bassist Nick O'Malley a mallet and then standing back as he sends carefully wrapped gifts shattering across the room. Of course, there were the annual set of complications in trying to co-ordinate a photoshoot of this magnitude: Alex Turner requesting the ‘smacked-up elf’ look from the make up artist, but looking more like a cherubic waif with every ring of dark eyeshadow applied, Nick shunning the hired-in pixie boots in favour of his own toe-curling pointers ("from Prada, thank you very much") and a minor tussle over which band member was going to get their ears stuck on first. That and the endless flutes of champagne threatening to sabotage the interview scheduled for straight after the shoot (“I feel very light headed and unsteady on my feet, NME," says Alex, wobbling).
Eventually we manage to steer them to a corner of the room where a Dictaphone awaits. By this time Nick, Matt Helders and Jamie Cook's costumes are on coat hangers and they're back in civvies. Only Alex has opted to stay as an elf, at least as long as the interview lasts. It's a heated hour that will see them debate the big topics of the year, consider their own personal highlights (Nick. "Glastonbury. NME: And your defining Glasto 2007 moment? Nick "Er, headlining the fucker") and lowlights (Mike Reid RIP). Before all that though, there's the small matter of destroying Christmas 2007 for everyone. Your favourite worst nightmare before the festive season is about to be unleashed.
NME: Hello, Nice costumes.
Alex Turner: "Thanks. You might say we dress up too much, But really, what is too much? It's good to escape your own face for an hour.
Matt Helders: "It's easier to hide behind a costume, isn't it? I felt in good spirits up there though - I’m not sure I was really feeling evil enough.
So what's Arctic Monkeys squad of evil elves manifesto for ruining Christmas?
Jamie Cook: "Go out on Christmas Eve.
Alex: "I heard a terrible story about a friend who went out on Christmas Eve once. This lad got hammered and, you know when you're hungover and, like, your thoughts and your mouth aren't connected properly? Well, he was eating his Christmas dinner and his nan were wittering on as your nan does, and he thought to himself. Oh, shut up Nan, you cunt. Then he looked up and everyone was looking at him and his dad went. I think you'd better just take your dinner upstairs and eat in your bedroom. He’d said it out loud (The table collapses in laughter).
Matt: "His nan was a cunt, though."
Alex: "So there's a way to wreck Christmas - call your nan a cunt. Actually. you should leave that out cos my nan buys NME more than my mum. My nan files her NMEs!
Matt: "So our real answer would be... I dunno, burn everyone's house down.
Alex: "Or, you know those Santa’s that come on a truck to estates and all the kids come to see them? Maybe you could hijack one of them as another Santa then rip your beard off
Matt: "....and punch the kids. Or the dad. There's nothing worse than beating kids dads up in front of the kids!"
Alex: "(Nodding) Nothing worse.
Moving on. What does a traditional Christmas entail round at Alex Turner, the only child's, house?
Alex: "Quality Street. That's the only tradition around mine. Other than that, just looking at the phone thinking. Can I ring them (points at other Monkeys) on Christmas Day or is that out of order?'
Matt: "Yeah. it is. (Holding hands up to each ear to mimick a two-way phone conversation between Alex and himself 'Do you wanna come round?' 'Al, it's Christmas Day. My nan's here.' 'Yeah. but I'm just sat here at home...' "
Alex: "We've been discussing how there's nothing to do on Christmas Day and maybe having some kind of party this year. Fancy dress, obviously. We were talking about having some sort of Ultimate Warrior party."
Matt: "Wrestlers weren't it?"
Alex: "Ah yes, wrestlers."
What are you doing for New Year's Eve?
Matt: "Last year was crap. I DJed in Sheffield at midnight. The first song everyone in that room heard going into 2007 was 'Boom! Shake The Room, which was a good feeling"
Alex: "That's something to be proud of. This year we've got nothing planned. We all go out together though; we were at that club."
Matt: "It rarely works, New Year's Eve. It's always such a fucking build-up."
Alex: Everyone's like, '(Whining voice) What are we doing now?' And then it fucking snows, doesn't it?"
Um, not where I'm from...
Alex: "It always snows round where we are"
Jamie: "It's not snow, it's sleet."
Alex: "I remember walking home last year in it and no taxis stopping for us."
Jamie: "Yeah, 'Im not taking you to High Green, mate."
Nick O'Malley: "I booked a hotel last year in Sheffield city centre and just stayed there."
Alex: 'Maybe well stay in this year. See Jools' Hootenanny and that."
What New Year's resolutions are you going to make?
Alex: "I want to learn how to cook food. I want to do a good curry."
Nick: "I want to get to a level of fitness synonymous with that of a boxer - just so I don't get out of breath walking up the stairs"
Jamie: "I want to grow a beard. I’m not shaving after today."
Alex: "Otherwise I'm allowed to punch him in the nose."
Matt: "I want to learn to do a back somersault and a front somersault."
Jamie: "Oh, and be able to dive into shallow water from a height and not hurt yourself."
Alex: "Yeah, flips, juggling. unicycling. I think were all always looking for improvement in our overall balance."
The coming year dealt with, it's time to turn the clock back and get Arctic Monkeys' take on the headlines that shook 2007. For this, Alex takes a more noticeably back-seat role in the conversation especially when the spectre of political allegiance rears its head and he actually goes completely mute. According to his press officer afterwards, having seen Arctic Monkeys branded Gordon Brown's favourite new band before he became Prime Minister, Alex is reluctant to say anything that any of the political parties could use to their advantage. From here on in then, Nick'n'Matt take over from Aln'Matt as the comedy double act. Meanwhile, Jamie will reserve his sole contribution to the conversation for an animated outburst about social networking sites in the workplace.
This Christmas marks the one-year anniversary of James Brown's death. Did he mean much to Arctic Monkeys?
Nick: "Yeah, we were big fans of James Brown."
Alex: "The first ever gig we did, we walked onstage to 'The Payback. And at college I had a pair of jeans I'd written on in red marker ‘I've got soul and I'm super bad!
Jamie: "He did as well."
Nick: "It was one of those things when you heard, you didn't want to believe it. A bit like Steve Irwin."
Alex: "Or Mike Reid. (Genuinely moved) Mike Reid, that really hit me that."
Nick: 'I don't think there was a big enough fuss about that as there should have been."
Matt: "I tell you when Ill be dead upset- and I don't really want to say it cos he's not dead yet, but I might as well get it all out -and that's when Bruce Forsyth dies."
Alex: "(Gravely) Ah, Forsyth."
Matt: "Cos I know I'm going to see it.. all being well my end."
Nick: "Touch wood."
Alex: "Cover the holes!"
Nick: "(To NME] Do you know where that expression comes from?"
Alex: "Apparently there's these little people who live in the wood. Like these little fairies that bring things that you say to life. So you cover the holes so they can't get out... Yeah, Mike Reid. I remember reading about that in the airport.
Then there was the Celebrity Big Brother race row early in the year. Did you watch any of it?
Nick: "We made a point of watching that. We wanted to watch where what's-her-name got kicked out. That said it all, and they didn't have any crowd there"
Alex: "Oh, Jade."
Jamie: "I thought Jade Goody and the one that was getting abused by her.
Matt: "Shilpa Shetty."
Jamie: "That's right. I thought they both played it bad."
Alex: "Jo from S Club 7 can fuck off I’d send her to jail Why? I just don’t like her; I think she came across horrible."
Nick: (Changing tact) “I texted one of those numbers to find out about touch wood (Reaches for beeping phone and starts reading) Touch wood is said to come from a mid-18th century story in which children being chased who touched wood were said, to be immune from being caught"
Matt: "I don't believe that. This has been wrong once before and thats when texted, to ask who's headlining Glastonbury and it said Eric Clapton. (Pumping chest out defiantly) It weren't - it were us!"
Of course the biggest music story of the first half of the year was Keith Richard revealing he'd snorted his father…
Jamie: "(Laughing) His ashes weren’t it?
Yep. What's the weirdest thing you've ever snorted?
Matt: "An eraser. That's not true actually I've witnessed it but never done it I wish I had. I didn't live enough at school”
What did you think of Keith's revelations?
Matt: "I think it was shortly after he said we were shit. He said something like the ["Load of cunts. load of cunts. Posers, rubbish was how Keef actually described the Monkeys, alongside Bloc Party and The Libertines in the same NME interview.
Keith said he didn't like The Libertines who reformed for one night only in April, with Carl Barât joining Pete Doherty onstage at London's Hackney Empire. Did you care?
Alex: "Yeah, I was interested in that. It was a 'should've been there moment, I imagine.”
Matt: "I’d have liked to have seen that.”
Nick: "They're one of the bands that a very young us were really into."
Would you like them to get back together permanently?
Alex: "(With just enough sarcasm) The greatest hits album were enough for me”
Jamie: "They didn't sling it out though did they? It was the label."
Nick: "I read something where Pete was saying he didn't even know it had come out.”
What about the new Babyshambles album? Were you fans of that?
Nick: "I’ve only heard a few songs, but the were good tracks."
Alex: "I liked it and I liked him on Friday Night With Jonathan Ross.”
Nick: "He seemed like a nice gentleman"
Alex: "I met him once. I was at this party in this club this time last year when we were recording, and someone who I’d never met said Oi! Come here and led me through this door and there was a studio and in this studio he was stood there with his top off."
Nick: "Topless?!"
Alex: "It were surreal. For a start there's a studio in a club, then there’s Pete Doherty and then he's got his top off he’s taller than you’d think.”
Matt: "I remember meeting him, as a fan actually, at a Strokes gig at Alexandra Palace I had my picture took with him and that’s when I realised he were tall."
In May, offices and schools across the UK began blocking students from using Facebook.
Alex: "I’ve never even been on Facebook"
Jamie: "(Antagonised) You know what? That’s fair enough if they should be workin’ or learning, not making take friends"
Matt: "What's the difference between…”
Jamie: "(Raising voice) No, but fair enough! You're fucking working!"
Matt: "Um, what's the difference between Facebook and MySpace?”
Please tell me one of the Arctic Monkeys knows what Facebook or MySpace are...
Alex: "I've never looked on them."
Jamie: "I haven't."
Matt: “I know what MySpace looks like, cos other people have shown me theirs, but none of us have actually got one.”
Are there any sites you do frequent?
Matt: "I don't mind The Hype Machine. I go on to search for remixes before they get heard properly."
Nick: "I got really into Wikipedia at one point. I read loads of things about joe Meek and Shack"
Alex: "He’ll read all these facts then casually throw them into conversation the next day."
Matt: "Askjolene.com is the biggest adult search engine in the world.. Just throwing that in there"
Gordon Brown - a big fan of yours, apparently - took over from Tony Blair this summer as Britain's 51st Prime Minister. How's he done so far?
Nick: "I've not really noticed any changes."
Matt: "It's neutral for me."
Who will you be voting for next time?
Matt: "I need to start evaluating, reading all their manifestos."
Nick: "I’ll Wikipedia them all and make a decision that way.”
The UK smoking ban kicked in on July 1. Has it bothered you?
Matt: "Nick's the only one of us that smokes."
Nick: "Oi, my mum reads this!"
Matt: "(Back-tracking hastily) Like I said, Nick doesn't even smoke."
Nick: "I agree with it, even though 1 do smoke. I think it's a good thing."
Alex: "You get weird smells now, I reckon."
Matt: "We were reading about that place where they give out free deodorant because you smell people more now in bars."
Nick: "It's a good way to meet new people outside I've found. And it someone's getting on your nerves you can just say. 'Right, Im going outside for a cigarette."
Alex: "I think it will become less strict in a few years. 'Cos like in New York they've had it a bit longer and they turn a blind eye to it some places there now.”
In August we had another music legend pass away; Tony Wilson.
Alex: "That were a right shock. I'm not a huge fan of the Manchester music scene. but enough for his death to mean a lot."
Nick: "I always imagine him as Alan Partridge, y know! Well, Steve Coogan in 24 Hour Party People. That's where I first got to know of Tony Wilson."
Alex: "(Looking glum) What happened in September, NME?"
You can have the Diana death inquest or Klaxons winning the Mercury Prize.
Alex: "Klaxons winning the Mercury Prize."
Matt: "You could say Klaxons winning the Mercury Prize if you want, or you could say us losing the Mercury Prize"
How did you feel about that?
Matt: "It were alright. It were a bit of a dent on my life."
Nick: "Well done, Klaxons. I wanted Dizzee Rascal to win it."
Matt: "'Yeah, Maths + English'"
Nick: "I thought it was Winehouse's though."
Alex: "But then I think Klaxons' album is more of an album than Amy Winehouse's album. Like, Amy Winehouse's album had some good tunes an' that. But I think as a thing, you can't really argue with Klaxons."
What did you think about Radiohead shocking the music industry with the way they released In Rainbows' this autumn?
Alex: "We heard Radiohead's riveting radio broadcast on the way home last night."
Matt: "I nearly fell asleep at the wheel!"
Alex: "I were nudging him! 'Keep your eyes on the road!"
Nick: "I think it was quite a clever idea for them. I think it works well for them cos their fans are the type of fans who’d probably really be into that concept."
Is it something you'd ever do?
Alex: "Nah."
Matt: "That'll be memorable 'cos they'd gone out of their way to do something different, but I don't think we need to. Obviously they don't need to either. They can afford to do stuff like that."
Alex: "They've done it now. You only need to do an experiment like that once. I don't feel like it was designed to change anything"
Matt: "They said themselves, 'It's not a template' See! I was listening last night."
Then at the end of the year, Led Zeppelin finally played their long-awaited reunion show in London. Did you apply for tickets?
Matt: "Nope. I would have gone if late Led Zep drummer] John Bonham was still alive."
Nick: "Oh, Matt."
Matt: "I'm not that bothered by them. It's not that big a deal."
Jamie: "Nah, it really is! (Laughing) Thats why a lot of people are going."
Nick: "I had a phase of being a big Zep fan. I remember I had a perlod of about six months thinking they were the bee's bollocks."
Which brings us right up to the end of the year. What great truths have Arctic Monkeys learned in 2007?
Nick: "We learned that we're really into finding out where expressions came from. So we learned where 'fill your boots' came from - it's where old, er-”
Matt: "Cavaliers."
Nick: "Yes, Cavaliers!"
Matt: "They'd get their place at the bar and once they were there they wouldn't want to lose it, so they'd piss straight into their boots so they could carry on drinking. They had big boots on, like. That's it. There's our great truths.”
Or are they? Can we trust anything that comes out of the mouths of Satan's Little Helpers? Perhaps it's all just an evil plot to make us urinate on our own footwear this Christmas. Or go on festive arson rampages. Or cause expletive-induced coronaries in the elderly. Whatever, Arctic Monkeys certainly wish you all a very scary a Christmas.
#The idea of them being tipsy whilst doing this interview is really funny to me#They were so silly back in the day#This interview is such a gem#alex turner#matt helders#nick o malley#jamie cook#arctic monkeys#fwn
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25 Days of Life Day: Day 9 - Life Day Pranks with Delta Squad
Summary: You and Scorch play a prank on Boss, it doesn't go well.
Pairing: (Sorta) Delta Squad x gn!Reader
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Implied that they're all into the reader, Grumpy!Boss, Rude!Vau mentioned, slight angst
A/N: I KNOW this is SO late lol. BUT the urge to do a part two eventually is SO strong. Anyway, it's still the holiday season at least, and I'm going to take the course of the winter to do these so maybe it'll help with my seasonal depression? Idk anywayyyy here we go.
You and Scorch have spent all day wrapping the ship as a little prank just for Boss. Sev had said if you pranked him, him being Sev, he’d kill you. But he had slightly smiled when he said it, so you knew he wasn’t serious. You’re Sev’s only soft spot. But Boss… Boss is a hardass. You’ve never even seen the man smile.
“A little higher.” You call up to Scorch as he hovers over the ship with his jetpack.
“Got it, cyar’ika.” Scorch calls back down to you as he flies up a bit higher and tapes the final piece of wrapping paper over the top.
It was perhaps the greatest prank any squad has ever come up with. And you’ve seen the goofy pranks of the 501st. They’re pretty good… but this? Classic.
“Boss is gonna kill you, you know.” Sev’s deep voice purrs to you as Scorch lands.
You and Scorch glance at each other with a grin and both say, “Worth it.”
Sev just shakes his head and joins Fixer on the crates. You and Scorch attempt to find something else to keep you busy until Boss comes back from whatever he’s doing.
An hour later, Boss comes walking into the hangar, his helmet in one hand and looking down at the datapad in the other. And he nearly drops both when he looks up at the ship.
“HAPPY LIFE DAY, BOSS!” You grin.
“Take it down. Now.” Boss stares at you.
Your grin falters slightly and Sev notices. Nonetheless, you try to keep your cool.
“Oh, come on Sarge. It’s-” Scorch starts but Boss silences him with a glare.
“Defacing GAR property is your idea of a prank?” He stares down at you, angrily.
“I think if it’s able to be taken down, it doesn’t count as defacing, right?” You start, crossing your arms.
Honestly, he’s taking it worse than you expected, which is almost a little embarrassing. You’d expected him to just roll his eyes and shake his head. Dammit… Sev is going to give you such a hard time.
“Maybe if you spent as much time working on your medical skills as you do these silly pranks with Scorch, you’d-” Boss starts to fire off but Sev steps in between the two of you, backing his brother up.
“Go get something to eat, Boss. We’ll clean this up.” Sev mumbles and you look at him, wide-eyed.
You’ve never been yelled at by Boss before. In fact, this broodiness seems a little out of character even for him.
But still, you can’t help that your feelings are hurt. And you definitely can’t help the lump in your throat or the slight tremble of your bottom lip. You don’t notice the hard stare that Sev is giving the sergeant as you go and start to pull the wrap down off the ship. And you also don’t notice the disapproving shake of Fixer’s head as Boss walks past him.
See, what you don’t realize is all of these Delta lads really care for you in their own way. Especially Sev, who more than cares about you, but doesn’t know how to tell you.
“Lemme help, cyar’ika...” Sev murmurs as he ignites his jetpack and flies up to the top of the ship, ripping the wrapping paper down until it all falls over you, making you laugh.
He smiles down at you, bright teeth and all. Something you don’t see often. But he loves the sound of your laugh. They all do.
Fixer and Scorch come and scoop all of the paper and toss it into a bin across the hangar.
“Don’t let Boss’ grumpy ass get you down.” Sev tells you.
“You’re one to talk.” Scorch teases as he walks by.
Sev’s middle finger goes up, making Scorch crack up. You laugh with him, but then realize that you’ve seen Boss this grumpy before. When Vau chewed him out really bad and made him feel lesser than.
“Oh…” You murmur. “I’ll catch you guys at dinner. I gotta go do something.”
“Alright.” Sev nods, watching you walk briskly toward the barracks.
When you reach your barracks, the doors slide open and you find Boss standing over the desk by the window overlooking the Kaminoan Sea. He’s looking down at his data pad, but slightly lifts his head when the doors open, barely acknowledging you.
“Are you okay?” You approach him, slowly.
He grunts out a ‘yeah’ and you know you should leave it at that, that you shouldn’t meddle. He’s never been forthcoming with his emotions before, why would he now?
“Whatever Vau said to you today… doesn’t define you, Boss… You’re… a really great leader. I wouldn’t rather follow anyone else.” You look down at your feet. “I know he’s unnecessarily hard on you. But you’re better than him.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” He murmurs.
When you look up, he’s turned around looking down at you. You go warm under his stare, probably from embarrassment from earlier.
You shrug, standing your ground, though. “What I said is still true.”
His eyebrows go up ever so slightly. You’ve made it weird, you realize that now.
“Anyway… I just… wanted to tell you that.” You murmur and start to turn to leave.
“I’m… sorry about earlier.” He tells you, making you pause to look at him again.
He’s looking at you with a softness, an almost sheepishness.
“Thanks.” You smile, softly.
He nods. “You’re a great medic… Wouldn’t rather have anyone else stitch me up.”
Your chest tightens at his kind words. Two times today he’s been uncharacteristic.
“Let’s eat.” You nod to the door.
He looks back at his holopad.
“Doctor’s orders.” You smile, making his chest tighten.
“Sure thing, Doc.” He smiles slightly for the first time since you’ve known him and you feel like it could be a Life Day miracle.
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the yule cat
For most of us with cats, the worst thing we worry about come Christmastime is keeping them from utterly trashing our Christmas trees.
Iceland however has a whole other thing to be worried about when it comes to cats and Christmas.
To quote the title of an article by Danny Lewis in the Smithsonian Magazine (because it is far too perfect to not):
Each Christmas, Iceland’s Yule Cat Takes Fashion Policing to the Extreme
So, what is the Yule Cat and why is he in critiquing Iceland's Christmas clothes?
Freyja's cats aren't the only felines in town. The Yule Cat, the Jólakötturinn, also known as the Christmas Cat, is a gigantic cat the size of a house that roams the darkness of Iceland in the nights leading up to Christmas eve, peering with glowing eyes in through windows. What is he looking for? The Yule Cat is checking everyone's Christmas presents. Not for cans of tuna or kitty snacks. Oh no, the Yule Cat is looking to see who hasn't gotten any new clothes wrapped up and waiting for them.
No new clothes?
The Yule Cat will hunt the unfortunate victim down and tear them apart before eating them. (in other, gentler tales, he simple eats their Christmas 'portion' of dinner)
Still, seems a bit extreme a response to grandma forgetting to knit you yet another one of those hats with the pom-poms on top, doesn't it?
Still, that's the deal. Adults and children alike better be grateful for those packs of new underwear under the tree. Those socks are going to do more than keep their feet warm - those socks are going to save their life!
So, we've got to ask ourselves - why would new clothes be so important that folklore would come up with a monster enforcing them? Is it all a ploy just to make sure Johannes is grateful when he gets that ugly sweater instead of the toy train he was gunning for when he unwraps his presents?
Well, like most things in folklore, if you go back far enough, things get blurry. The first written mention we have of the Yule Cat is in a collection of folklore gathered by Jon Árnason in 1862. In it, the Yule Cat gets exactly one paragraph and a footnote. The footnote is the important part. It mentions a colloquial phrase of the time: "to dress the cat". 'To dress the cat' means to wear the same clothes over and over again, the idea being that cats don't change their 'clothes'.
There was also a tradition that household servants and farm workers that helped turn the season's wool into yarn would receive new clothes as a reward for their work. Those who didn't - didn't get new clothes. You can see how the Yule Cat would come in handy as motivation in this case. It also worked as a motivator for children to finish their chores in the same way, with good children getting rewarded with clothes and bad children being left as fair game for the Cat.
In 1932, Jóhannes úr Kötlum published a collection of poems centered around Christmas and one of his poems featured the Yule Cat. The Yule Cat's popularity soared and the monster soon found itself lumped in together with other Christmastime monsters from the book, becoming the pet of the evil troll, Gryla and ridden by one of her mischievous Yule Lad sons, tiny Stufur.
But wait - let's go back a bit further before we wrap this up. Because there's been some speculation that the Christmas Cat isn't just about new clothes. We need to go back, back to early St. Nick stories, when it wasn't so much Santa and his elves and reindeer. When St. Nick was, as so many winter myths are, only part of the story. Because you can't have good without evil, generosity without greed or light without darkness. Santa Claus doesn't come without Krampus in his shadow. Reward doesn't come without the threat of punishment. Krampus is only one Christmas monster but almost every region had their own version of a dark something lurking in Santa's footsteps. Perhaps, so the theory goes, the Yule Cat was once just such a creature, back when stories were still new at Christmas time and winters crept long and cold in the nights of the snow covered lands. For every saint, there must be a devil.
Which brings us to today. Because there are no stories about the Yule Cat skipping a meal because the child's parents were too poor to afford to buy new clothes.
Maybe the best way we can celebrate the Yule Cat stories today is by making sure no children ever have to think of him as anything more than a shadow that peers in their window - and then passes by.
#yule cat#christmas cat#christmas#folklore#superstition#cottagecore#iceland#yule lads#gryla#jolakotturinn#monster#st. nick#st. nicholas#santa claus#freyja#cat
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SR Sebek Zigvolt Apprentice Chef Personal Story: Part 2
"Master Chef"
(Part 1) Part 2
[Kitchen]
Master Chef – Sebek Version
～Let’s Make Chicken Noodle Soup 2～
[chop, chop, chop... chop]
Sebek: ―Right. With this, all the ingredients have been prepped.
Sebek: I would like to practice the movements a little longer so it becomes second nature, but... I do have the judging after this.
Sebek: I should finish the dish first. Chef, what is the next step?
Ghost Chef: Next we'll cook the ingredients. First, we'll lightly fry them, then add water to the bot and let it simmer.
Sebek: I understand. So I should put all the vegetables I've just sliced into the frying pan?
Ghost Chef: No, no. First, you want to sauté the garlic in olive oil.
Sebek: Garlic... Ah, that's right, you explained that at the beginning. So this is when we add that fragrance, I see.
Sebek: There is a lot of protocol in cooking...
Ghost Chef: The more you practice, the more natural it will be come. Now, throw the garlic into the frying pan with the olive oil!
Sebek: Ack...! I was taking the utmost care while frying it, yet the onion has become burnt.
Sebek: CHEF, HAVE I FAILED!?
Ghost Chef: We can forgive a little bit of color. It looks like everything is mostly cooked through, so let's add water.
Sebek: Forgivable, is it...? Urk, then it still merits a penalty, then.
Sebek: The burnt parts are where I had cut too thin earlier. So this is what you meant when you said there would be a difference in how fast they would cook.
Ghost Chef: That's right, it looks like you're learning from experience, even without me explaining to you.
Sebek: Chef, I've finished seasoning the soup.
Sebek: This granulated consommé is an amazing creation. Just by adding salt and pepper, the flavor of the soup has grown greater.
Ghost Chef: Right? The cooked ingredients are also adding to the flavor as well.
Ghost Chef: Okay, then finally, we've gotten to the main ingredient.
Sebek: Is that... short pasta in that bag there?
Sebek: You said "noodle," so I assumed we would be using that thin, long pasta that can be wrapped around a fork.
Ghost Chef: Yes, as you say, there are times that long pasta would be used for this soup.
Ghost Chef: However, this time, we're making a dish that would be good for a late-night meal, so I chose the easy-to-eat short pasta.
Sebek: I see. So different pasta would be used for different situations. I'll take a note of that.
Ghost Chef: Fufu... You have such a desire to learn, Sebek-kun. It's refreshing.
Sebek: The bag here says that this pasta can be added to the pasta in its dried state... Is that truly alright?
Ghost Chef: Yep. If you allow it to cook in the soup, it doesn't take any extra time, and the pasta will become more flavorful. It is definitely more than alright.
Sebek: Hmph, makes sense.
Ghost Chef: The boiling method and time can differ based on the product, so make sure you always read the instructions like you just did.
Sebek: ...The time it takes for this pasta to boil is 10 minutes. I need to use 100 grams, which seems to be the whole bag.
[slides pasta into the pot]
Ghost Chef: To make sure the pasta doesn't stick to the pot, stir it occasionally. Oh but, if you stir it too much, you can break apart the ingredients, so pay careful attention.
Sebek: I understand, I'll be careful.
Sebek: Now that I think of it, I know that there is also such a thing as fresh pasta... How is that different from the dried pasta we just used?
Ghost Chef: Probably its ingredients and ease of preservation... Well, I could give many examples, but from the perspective of the person eating the dish, most likely they would say there's a difference in texture.
Ghost Chef: You look like a strong lad, so maybe once you get a little more used to cooking, you can give using fresh pasta a try.
Sebek: I wonder which type of pasta Malleus-sama would like...
Ghost Chef: It all comes down to people's preferences, after all～ Of course, as a chef, I can change the flavor by using different seasonings or sauces, too.
Sebek: Hm... So essentially, as long as I use the right pasta for the dish, I'll be able to please Malleus-sama greatly.
Sebek: I thank you for that valuable information. I must learn more about how to use the different types of pasta.
Sebek: Pour it into the bowl... Alright, the dish is complete, but...
Ghost Chef: Come on, Sebek-kun. Hurry and bring the dish to the judge!
Sebek: R-Right...
[Cafeteria – Judging Venue]
Sebek: So, I see you're my judge, Jack.
Jack: Sebek...!? I never expected you to take the Master Chef course.
Sebek: I simply thought that I would need training in aspects other than martial arts to be the perfect attendant.
Sebek: So therefore, this is the Chicken Noodle Soup that I made.
Sebek: I'll warn you now, I think this is― No, I won't say any more.
Sebek: Jack, give me your honest opinion.
Jack: [sniff, sniff] ...It doesn't smell terrible. Right, so, I'll dig in...
[bite, chew, chew, chew...]
Sebek: How is it...?
Jack: How...? It's neither amazingly delicious, nor so terrible that I'd feel the need to spit it out.
Jack: It's just a super ordinary noodle soup.
Sebek: This chicken noodle soup is normal, you say...?
Sebek: THAT IS NOT POSSIBLE!
Sebek: THIS SOUP IS MADE UP OF ONIONS OF VARIOUS SIZES AS WELL AS ONIONS THAT ARE BURNT!
Sebek: BEING MADE OF ALL OF THAT, THIS SHOULD ABSOLUTELY BE A TERRIBLE DISH REGARDLESS OF WHOMEVER EATS IT!
Jack: Huh!? I don't get you. I gave you a passing grade, so why're you complaining?
Jack: This soup is without a doubt "ordinary." Accept your judge's evaluation, Sebek.
Sebek: Grrr...! For you to call something like this passing... I cannot understand!
Ghost Chef: Ahaha... It's good of you to have high expectations.
Sebek: Honestly, I still don't comprehend it, but... The assessment will stand as is. I shall accept it earnestly.
Sebek: I know where I still need to improve. Next time, I will create the perfect dish that I will be able to proudly serve to Malleus-sama!
(Part 1) Part 2
#twisted wonderland#twst#sebek zigvolt#jack howl#twst sebek#twst jack#twst masterchef#twst translation#mention: malleus
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"prolly some asshole who's gonna feel like shit about it for the rest of his life" "i vote we workshop the name" these two are married and i love them
"the michael" aww ;; marcus you're a good boy
PLEASE TELL THE STORY OF COMPLETE AND UTTER FAILURE
ah. unforced errors and ownership
this rant he's giving him...poor carmy. that's why he's got a partner. thank heaven.
"i say this with all the love in my heart: uh oh." CICERO I AM KISSING YOU ON THE MOUTH
nat baby eat
that looks so good syd! HECK YEAH SHE'S AN EFFING GENIUS
claire triggering an anxiety attack....that's not good lads
CALL THE FRIDGE GUY BABY
marcus shooting his shot....and oof. she is Not into it. you both handled that beautifully. and by that i mean insanely awkwardly bless them
carmy giving syd side-eye for coming out late w/marcus in the background? syd obviously rattled by being asked out? check and check
we get it, fak, you like claire. good for you. it doesn't matter.
oh carmy. 20 min to open and he's fixing a table. that's him in a nutshell
THE SCREWING UNDER A TABLE SCENE. this is actually more suggestive than i thought it would be? the heavy breathing? the straining? the changing positions? all in a sunlit room? yeahhhh
that was the perfect conversation. no notes. eff yeah.
CHEF'S WHITES HE GOT HER REALLY NICE CHEF'S WHITES WITH HER COLORS ON THEM. AND HER INITIALS. CARMEN BERZATTO EFF YEAHHHHHH YOU MAGNIFICENT BASTARD
she likes him. she likes him a Lot.
he likes her a lot too is the joke. these two are killing me, but these two are explicitly romantic. THE BEAR IS A ROMCOM
tina and carmy are one of my favorite pairings to watch. it's beautiful.
the berzatto prayer before opening, a wonderful touch
richie calling syd to come out!
CARM TURNING TO LOOK LIKE SYD'S COMING DOWN THE STAIRS IN A PROM DRESS. MY GOSH IT'S EXPLICIT.
"let it rip"
and there's 40 minutes left in the season
#the bear#liveblogging#syd x carmy#anti claire bear#kinda i'm a little mean to her but like! who cares! the show doesn't#one episode left i'm dying
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As it’s Trent’s birthday can we get some Trent stuff
24th wish
Trent. That name that could spark a glisten in your eye at any time of the day. Those 5 letters sent your heart skipping and stomach churning. You fell for him so quickly and so soon after he fell for you, there was something you loved about him, something you had never found from anyone else before. Good things came to those who wait, and you where the one to wait yet so was he. You both met perfectly in the middle and from that day forward you had everything you had ever wanted to wait for.
Since the day you two met it had been a fast pase journey from the start. Everyday was something so simple and perfect - pure bliss. You and trent had both found a love with treating one another, whether that was parties, experiences or just a simple gift from time to time and that never stopped especially at birthdays. This year trent was turning 24 and you knew from the 1st day of the countdown it had to be something special. As time went on your work started to force a decline on the chances of Trents birthday becoming a day to remeber. You had found out earlier in the year that your work had arranged a buisness trip to Dubai through the first and second week of October. You told Trent, you knew you couldn't hide it, he promised you it didn't make a difference and that you could celebrate when you came back but it was eating you alive.
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"Mate happy birthday!" Jordan shouted in the car park as he came racing over to see his famous right back. Trents excitement was running out by the minute, he woke up to his family's love but the one thing he wanted was you.
"Cheers lad" trent explained back with a tight smile as he embraced his captain in a hug.
"How's y/n? I bet she's loving your birthday" jordan asked with nothing but wonder and complete oblivion. Trent hated this, he knew it wasn't Jordans fault, how was he to know you had gone on a work trip for 2 weeks, missing his birthday and some of the biggest games of the season.
"Oh erm she's not here" trent explained bluntly as he rubbed his hands down his hoodies material. "She's in dubai" he added not wanting to seem like the most disrespectful human in the world.
"Oh shit sorry lad" Jordan said dumbly. Jordan wasn't stupid. The captain knew what was going on. Earlier in the summer you had arranged a surprise party for trent as you knew you could get out of the trip early you had already planned. You where able to leave dubai the day before his birthday leaving you completely free for the big day.
"Don't be sorry" trent mumbled as he pushed open the door into the training ground.
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As the day went on Trent had become more irritated. He wanted you to ring him or atleast text him but there was nothing. He started to feel like you didn't care, or atleast forgot.
"What's up birthday boy?" Andy asked with a confused face as he saw his wing man tensly sat in the changing rooms.
"Nothing" trent spoke with an angered tone.
"Jesus! You have a face like thunder" Alex shouted as he came storming through the door noticing a stood up Andy and a pouty trent.
"Y/n hasn't spoke to me today" trent said as he stared down at the floor not wanting eye contact with the boys in the room.
"I thought you lived together? Did she not see you this morning?" Kostas dumbly asked with no knowledge of where you where.
"She's in dubai" Alex, robbo and jordan shouted back with a laugh in unison. This left a smile on the boys face at how dopey the left back truly was.
"Don't worry about it! If she dosent want to talk to you thats her problem, we're taking you out for a meal anyway after this" James spoke as he folded up the random bits of clothing scattered from the boys. Trent knew this would cheer him up but he also knew yourself would make him feel on top of the world. "Kostas" James whispered pulling his arm leading him to fall over to his seat.
"What?" He replied back with a confused expression.
"Your acting is shit! Just shut up and pretend your not going to the party tonight, all you have to do is make out like where only going for dinner! No party, no y/n! Ok?" James furiously stated causing a small grin to work its way on the Greeks mouth as he needed someone to tell him how bad his acting really could be. All the lads knew that there was going to be a party and they all knew you would be there, but they had the big job of taking him out for dinner before hand. Risky.
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The lads had arrived at the restaurant leaving you and trents mum to get as much done for him in just a few hours. You of course had the standard - balloons, presents, cake, food, music and obviously party hats but you also had the vision in your head of what it all should look like. You wanted this day to be perfect.
"Do you think we got enough?" Trents mum, dianne asked as she looked through the mountain of decorations and food you had both got. Trents family and friends where going to be arriving in due course and the only thing you could do was try not to panic.
"Oh I know" you replied back with a laugh as you pulled open the final packet of balloons. Since dianne picked you up from the airport you had both frantically rushed about 1: looking your best and 2: trying to make the day as perfect as physically possible - typical women.
"Girls!" Tyler, trents brother shouted as he came rushing in with a hand full of party poppers.
"Yeah" you both said in unison with a smile as you turned around in sync both styling your last balloon.
"People are starting to arrive" he replied back with a tight grin and fearful eyes.
"Shit" you said.
"Fuck" dianne also explained adding to your profanities. You both looked at each other, a million and one things racing through your mind. If the guests where here then surely that ment trent would be arriving soon. You where snapped out your thoughts by the sound of the door bell racing through your ears.
"The door!" Trents dad screamed from the top of the stairs as he finally got himself ready for the night ahead.
"Move! Quick" dianne muttered as she through the discarded balloon and made a beeline straight for the door. You quickly threw away the rubbish and made sure it was as good as you originally planned.
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"Kostas" James shouted as the boys started to make a journey inside the long black limo.
"Yep" the Greek replied back with a concerend smile.
"Everyone knows where going back to trents place don't they?" He asked becoming concerned as to whether or not his partner in crime was helping him out.
"Oh yeah I told them earlier don't worry" he calmly spoke back as he pushed himself into the vehicle ready for a hectic journey back. James felt nerves from the minute he sat down at the restaurant, he wanted his teammates day to be everything he had said he wanted. You had rang James straight after your plane landed wanting to make sure he was prepared and everything was at a green light.
"By the way lads you don't need to come back to mine you know" trent explained not really understanding why his whole gang of teammates wanted to join him at home so badly.
"Don't be stupid!" Jordan shouted as the one to many beers started to feed his brain.
"Its party time!" Harvey shouted with a laugh as he erupted the vehicle into laughter. Trent started to see how actually a night with the lads wasn't to bad after all but a night with his girl was all he wanted.
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The red and orange lights fell on the front drive like glitter on new years eve. Your breath was held tightly in your mouth as you stood carefully in the kitchen. From the minute you heard the gates open and car drive in you knew it was show time. The foot steps of a million and one footballers flooded your ears as they danced into the house. Trents voice started to become louder and louder as he became closer to the door.
"So yeah the kitchen is in he-"
"Surprise!" You all interrupted as trent tried to explain until opening the doors and revealing the ones he adored most. The rights backs face froze still into a smile until noticing you in the middle of the crowd of people
"Oh my god" trent mumbled into his hands as they came to sheiled his teary face. You ran over to your boyfriend as his arms held tightly around your small frame.
"Surprise" you mumbled into his shoulder as his body fell into the tranquility of yours. You looked up from the crook of trents neck and whipped away the warm tears that danced down his face.
"What a softie" Andy shouted with a laugh causing the whole room to burst out with laughter and amusement. The right back buried his face into your neck with a smile. This is what he wanted.
"Shut up lad" trent shouted with a laugh until releasing himself from you and messing with the sctosmans hair.
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Everyone started to mingle and form back into the groups they started in. The music was on and the dancing was in full form - not the best but the confidence was there. Your eyes where on trents and his skin was on yours.
"I thought you weren't home for another week" he said as he ran his delicate fingers over your warm skin on your bare back from your dress.
"Well you thought wrong" you smugly replied back as you took in the emotions the man infront of you gave out. You missed him, more than you ever thought you knew.
"Very funny" trent sarcastically said with a grin as he looked over at his teammates and friends having a laugh. "They knew didn't they?" Trent asked as it all seemed to fall back into place as he watched them all. He started to look like the stupid one as he had no idea what so ever.
"Yep" you simply replied.
"Even kostas?" trent asked signalling to kostas as he walked past you both with a smile.
"Even kostas" you repeated with a laugh as the left back stood stupidly infront of you both.
"Yes trent I am actually a good actor" he said with lies falling straight from his lips. "Well I thought I was" he added making his lies seems less prominently right. This was the vision you had. Perfection. Trents birthday had become what he wanted - it was you and him, his 24th wish.
I really hoped you enjoyed this! This was supposed to be for trents birthday so I apologise for the delay. I hope this cheers us all up after the injury today. Have an amazing day 🤍🧿
@prettylittletrent @cornertakenquicklyyyy @trentsko @trentalexanderarnold @robbo38 @robbothegoat @kostasstsimikass @chelseamount @chloereddy @tsimikasfamily @avenirdelight @blueathens @jordanhendersunshine @mrs-henderson @thatonesexycancerian @hendersons1truelover @nyctophilic0vitnir @peekapeaches @tsimikxs @tsimikostas @trentalexarnofan @leddows @moneymasnn @superkittywonderland @virgilvansike @virgilvandickmedown @hopefulromantic1
#lfc imagines#lfc masterlist#liverpool imagines#lfc imagine#england fc imagines#england x reader#england team imagine#trent alexander arnold imagines#trent alexander arnold x reader#trent alexander arnold x y/n#trent alexander arnold imagine#trent alexander arnold
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alright well rvb17 here we go. the bar is low
this bgc callback is so wild
ok he's got gender i guess
okay this is actually pretty cool
OH?
LMAO FUCK THAT'S A GOOD CUT
oh i have a bad feeling about this (bad for me)
what .
oh. he's kinda fucked up.
oh lads i really love wash!
also congratulations to all the washnuts holy shit
oof.
she's his best friend.
god damn the washnuts are eating this season
i'm sorry. he said maine specifically.
THE TRIPLETS
she re-enlisted?????????????? hello??????????
wow this is the same map from OOM
wow this whole conversation
woooooooooow ;__;
PENIS
carolina!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
oh my god i'm going to cry
oh that's such a good sister callback
HELL yes donut
the "deleting the blues" gag is SO FUCKING FUNNY
: )
wow i love that this is a key memory for tucker. wow.
oh damn ok LOVE that felix shot donut
DAMN OKAY.
TUCKER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
the carolina and washington stuff in this season is so good i'm going to lose it
oh my fucking GOD
wow i legitimately teared up. oh my god.
SARGE?
oh boy.
hoooooooly shit
bro what the fuck that was good
#rvb17 tag#i am SPEECHLESS#good god. oh my god this made 16 worth it entirely. oh my GOD#ooooohhhhhhh my god what the fuck lmao how was this actually good#i'm speechless. we are all so speechless#red vs blue#wow. wash and carolina.
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Ireland - Day 16
Today went by very quickly. After waking up the lads and eating breakfast we had a fire drill, which was good considering how the boys responded to the fire alarm last week. It went well nobody was left behind. I did some supervising during the day and was off when the group left to go bowling or to go on a little city tour.
I started watching season 3 of The Witcher but didn't get too far because I fell asleep halfway through the first episode. It wasn't boring but I just get so tired in the afternoon. Gonna watch the rest of the episode later.
We also had our weekly talent show today and it was great! We had a few fun acts and two of my colleagues performed Clocks by Coldplay and it was soooo good. After the talent show we did some dances with the students and one of them was to Bomba by King Africa and it was so nostalgic. I felt transported back to the kids' disco at Portofelice.
I also did the moderating for the raffles which fortunately went somewhat well, though I still don't like hearing my voice via the speakers. Oh well. We also had planned to go to the pub today but everyone's too tired so now I'm just sitting in the Staff Room with my colleagues talking about things.
I hung out a little with the colleague I have a crush on and according to outside sources we're flirting, so that's fun. I try not to take it seriously for obvious reasons. Not to mention that it's some useful practice for my game or rizz or whatever the kids call it nowadays. I try taking flirting and dating less seriously because I tend to mess things up because I take it too serious. People are just so great and interesting, I think (:
My song of the day is We Don't Have to Dance by Andy Black. While it is sort of a love/hate song, I'd like to think it could also be about some fun back and forth and a whole lot of nothing. I am making up my own interpretation, just like I was taught to do at Uni :)
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ok miniseries liveblog . night 1
okay so for the record. what i know about battlestar galactica going into it: it's a remake of a series from the 70s; to my understanding, it's a slightly "darker" tone in comparison to other sci-fi shows of its time; ive heard vague, mixed things about later seasons of the show but i heard vague rumblings about farscape s4 & pk wars so idk what to think fo that; and that's listerally about it
i genuinely dont know anything plot-wise im going to just go into this completely blind starting with miniseries
OKAY. we're opening with a blonde girlie sucking tongue. how does this bode for the rest of the show? well we'll see. also i cant tell if all blonde girlies look the same or if she looks like skyler white.
well now whos this smart looking gent with the circular specs. does he have issues in the head-
OKAY HANG ON
WHOS THE GIRLIE WITH THE ARMS, NOUGHTIES BOY BAND HAIR, AND THE CIGAR CAN WE PAN BACK PLEASE-
STARBUCK? YOU CALLED THIS WOMAN STARBUCK?
WELL WHAT ABOUT THE OTHER GIRLIE WHOS SHE. THERES WOMEN HERE. DID YOU GUYS KNOW THAT.
i know shes the one in the right here. sorry. but whats the point of balding, divorcing men if you cant take the mick out of them. theyre like bruises to poke at.
also referring to how i knew jack shit going in: i dont know why, but in my head this was going to be a bit crunchier despite knowing its from '03. kind of sad. i wanted some ugly shit BUT in fairness those cylons were pretty funny looking, too
oh its red dress woman again
IS SHE ABOUT TO KILL THAT BABY?
COME ON GIRLIE.
also im fascinated - hey.... sorry red dress woman reappeared again , not in a red dress but instead in that sheer little number? okay.... all is forgiven... like. maybe it wasnt even her fault.. maybe shes allowed to kill babies like its just a #woman moment ... can women fucking do anything these days like please
oh now shes eating face . busy schedule with this woman
also my interest is piqued btw i should say that. im always a fan of artifical lifeforms BU
CAN YOU BE POLITE TO THE LITTLE MECHANIC GUY WHOS JUST SO EAGER AND HERE TOHELP. i will also say theres so many people here. do i have to remember allthese people. and i reemmber 0 names. smile.
like this. is this the other woman from earlier-
are they
WHYS EVERYONE SUCKING AND FUCKING
OKAY I LIKED HER AND I LIKED HIM SO I SHANT COMPLAIN BUT MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS ME. i liked polite mechanic guy whats his name. and like i said the girlie is cute too. i love women.
oh fuck back to red dress lass and fucking GAIUS i remember his name because hes got long hair, he's shorter and his name is fucking GAIUS . can you not take the piss out of blondie's religion. she literally kills babies she can kill you too i dont doubt.
i hate gaius' voice. fucking gaius
sorry i dont know why im this strongly against gaius i just feel violent today. i dont mean it. maybe gaius is nice. maybe i will be affectionate towards gaius. but i kind of want to kick him around like a football.
theres also this polite young man i see with the curly hair and the sensible yet charming little suits
I LIKE THE OLDER GUY WHO HAD GLASSES. THE IN CHARGE GENT. I LIKE HIM THUS FAR. YEAH. DONT LET THEM NETWORK THIS BITCH. SO TRUE.
oh hey starbucks
starbuck
frappycunio
DONT FUCKING SHACK HER UP WITH THIS LAD EITHER. YOU BETTER NOT. HE'S GOT A RAT FACE. IS THIS THE LAD WHOS MEANT TO FLY THE THINGY. YEAH
oh so it's "lee" is it. with the dead brother. ii dont care. starbuck and lee it doesnt even make sense.
and going BACK hi red dres- HE DID N OT. I KNEW IT. FUCKIN GAIUS. SLAG. MAN SLAG I KNEW IT. I TOLD YOU. LETS KICK HIM ABOUT LIKE A FOOTBALL. HE'LL SQUEAK
hi lee.
OH
MISTER IN CHARGE IS DIVORCED. EPIC.
and lee hates him. oh i love it when there's family strife. girls. FIGHT.
back to gaius and blondie
"you knew i was different" blondie maybe he just thought you had the tism . its charming. that autistic rizz.
ibtw towards gaius to clarify , i wasnt HOSTILE-HOSTILE towards gaius before just thinking about teething with him but now hes kind of whimpering and it slike so im giggling MORE thnan i was as im kicking him about does that make sense. i want to play silly golf with him
mister in charge. adama. do i call him that now. hes got his specs back on. hi-
SEE. WET. WHIMPERING. PATHETIC. [STARTS BEATING HIM UP]
number 6 is that going to be her name now.
i feel cheeky calling her blondie
MATE
THE BALDING DIVORCEE.
also other girlie from earlier... boomer is her name... i like her too. smile.
also i like this woman. uhm i, sorry i didnt get her name... the government official. theres lots of girlies for me to smile about
FUCKING GAIUS MADE IT. OF COURSE YOU DID GAIUS. WEE PRICK.
hi lee, again... can you be friendly to the photographer.
acrually nevermind its that guy. fucks sake. HE HATES WOMEN. FUCK THE PHOTOGRAPHER. LEE GET HIS ASS.
okay thank god. lady is in charge. GOOD.
also are you kidding me is gaius about to get pulled by the lottery by boomer and bloke because thats so funny. especially with the kids. imagine being 10 years old and abandoning your parent for fucking gaius to be on board
ALSO BOOMER'S LITTLE BOYTOY... I LIKED HIM... youre scaringhim. hurting his feelings. booooo
"AREN'T YOU GAIUS BALTAR." "yeah i haVENT DONE ANYTHING" FUCKING GAIUS. TYPICAL.
boomer's bestie ... are you kidding me. HELO? HELLO . YOURE GIVING UP THE SEAT FOR FUCKING GAIUS. JOKES. ITS JOKES AT THIS POINT.
also LAURA. government girlie is laura... now president laura of the world. girlboss
can WE ALL JUST. RESPECT WOMEN. THINGY OF EDUCATION. SO SHE A LEARNED WOMAN. WHATS THE PROBLEM. LEAVE HER ALONE.
a woman can survive any blast. shes fine. i know she is
although then again... if your fucking callsign is apollo i dont know what the hell you expect
okay end of part 1
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Notes on The Boys
Season 3 episode 3
so how old is Starlight now, if this was 17 years ago? maybe like 27? okay well her actress is 27 in real life, that tracks
her costume hasn’t changed a bit
poor girl
you’re not being persecuted, Homelander
where’s the Rust Belt?
is he getting off on compliments
is Butcher okay?
thank you for respecting Kimiko
jacking off with razors again?
Butcher is very much enjoying himself here
Hughie no
“The Bold and the Batshit” would be an excellent alternate title for this show
I really like Silver Kincaid, I hope we see her again
so here for Starlight taking charge
it’ll be interesting to see more of this Frenchie storyline
Aw
Oh that’s smart
still such a dumb costume
He’s back too, I see
Kimiko bonding with Ryan, we love to see it
My poor girl
of course it’d be Reagan
young Grace can get it
is this real history
this is a good song
wait is that their theme song
oh don’t worry, we know
so who are the TNT twins supposed to be like?
it’s really interesting that in the comics, Tek-Knight is a member of Payback, and he’s supposed to be this Iron Man/Batman knock-off, but here they’ve replaced him with Noir, who is also kind of a Batman knock-off, mixed with Conner Kent Superboy in the comics
young Stan can get it too
oh, so they were called Vought American
he could talk!
premier superhero team, huh?
oooooh, so this is a Blue Marvel in-universe, Ferro Lad out of universe situation, huh
big yikes
I can’t believe he just stopped that flashback
She does not love it
You don’t get to use that against her
I want to hope he’s not full of shit anymore
Fuck you, my dude
Who watches live TV anymore?
you are terrifying
“that little cousin-fucker hick town that Maeve’s from” yikes
also where is she actually from?
get a job, stay away from her, you big bitch
you literally said that as you were jacking yourself off
oh, does he have a mural of Poseidon in his room?
How long has it been since Butcher took the temporary V?
Poor girl’s at the end of her rope
He has a point
You have no excuse
again, feels weird for a kid to say that
oh no, how much does ryan know
oof
so what really happened there?
ooooooh nooooo
nothing says there can’t be more than one person being black noir, like one or more people wearing that costume over time
Is she lying?
poor Ryan
eyyyyy it’s the viking lady from season 3 of Legends
then what shit do you do?
I recognize that name
Homelander is SUCH an asshole
sure you have
you’re really mixing up your stories there
Like what?
is he really
eat the fucking octopus
can you really eat an octopus while it’s still alive
how does butcher know who she is
they’re going to Russia!
with that combined with the next episode’s title, does this mean we’ll see another version of Love Sausage
exactly what my reaction would be
surprised he even knows spanish
I hope we see both Moonshadow and Silver Kincaid being pissed at these results
shut up, Homelander
did he or did he not do the exact same shit to Maeve back in the day
Aaaaaand now he’s going to be presented to the media as falling for the right woman
wait, shit, didn’t the soldier boy propaganda film thing describe him as having found “the love of a good woman”, aka crimson countess, at some point? that’s gonna be an interesting parallel thing, especially if they reunite
also it may not end well
this is going to be a complicated situation
And that is a dumb ship name
God, it’s like Superman kissing Supergirl, it’s weird
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It's rather late at night. Had a very lovely hang-out with some friends, so now it's time to hang out with our *other* friends in Oishi-na Town~!
I don't have anything special to eat tonight, only a big bottle of cold water.
Spoilers, I guess...
-Amane-san's really become one of the gals. :)
-Oh bitchin' she got her marketable glass!
-...Mari-chan, is that a champagne flute? Bit early in the day, isn't it, man?
-Pretty Holic blush~!
-I'm pretty partial to "Amai-kaichou", myself.\
-"OH FUCK I FORGOT TO TALK"
-Ahhhhh, she's been promoted to the Intro! Epic!
-Black Pepper Lad and Fruity Finale! Who doth vie most for Yuin's heart?
-Pulling a Twilight.
-Well, I suppose it was a bit too much to ask for them to have a
-Man on the town!
-Cinnamon... what manner of man are you?
-...did your uniforms change when I wasn't looking? Is it a new season already?
-Decorated Cake!
-Ahhhh, DePaPre BGM... how I love you and your fuckin' Torigoth-ass violins.
-Fresh chocolate cream?
-Stop being objectively right about how cool Amane is, Recipeppi.
-Ranchi and Koko-neechan's arguing has been emulated by their children.
-Two teams! One for each of Amane's curiously attractive older brothers.
-Hello Godatz. Yeah that's right, sit in that fuckin' book.
-Narcistoru, you have yet to prove your worth in anything.
-...does Godatz find the "Bundoru" chant annoying? He seems very uninterested in it.
-Sesame dumplings, huh Ran?
-...when did you make that sign, Mari-chan?
-Ah c'mon Ran-chan
-"Oh man, I wanted to lick the spoon..."
-"Maybe some other time, brother."
-"Oh like you didn't want that frosting too!"
-Well, Kokone, as somebody who has watched the Suite Life of Zack and Cody in its entirety no less than five times in his youth, I can safely say that twin brothers are about as opposite as you can get except for when there's girls, food, and hi-jinx involved.
-Two cakes.
-No bulli your sister, Yuan.
-Mister Mitsuki's a bit more reserved at least.
-Oh man, I love Amane's expressions
-Oh wow. That's... quite the striking representation of lost memory.
-Oh wow, Narcistoru's power even reignites old fights.
-...what the hell is that thing?
-Oh. Finale's instrumentation is totally different, I just realized. ...very nice though, I love the sound design in general this season.
-...I'm really hoping we get a gorgeous orchestral pop rock kinda deal with the eventual truncated transformations.
-"Nooooooooo, I don't wanna be caaaaaake!"
-Oh!
-...I was just kidding about Takumicchi and Amai-kaichou being rivals for Yuin's affection, but... I kinda love the idea now.
-Man, I just can't get over how pretty the animation is this season.
-Not to say I didn't think Tropical Rouge was gorgeous too, but... wow, these colors and the way the lighting is set up are wonderful.
-Cake Twins~!
-...Takumicchi's dad is Cinnamon.
-Cake~!
-Precure Cake~!
-Pamu-Pamu and Mem-Mem. Setting aside their differences in favor of the pursuit of pretty pastry perfection.
-Today's grape juice~! Kanpaiiii~!
-Yeah I enjoyed this episode. Not a lot to say. I think Amane's totally adorable, I love seeing her succeed and become such good friends with the rest of our lassies.
-Yuan and Mitsuki have no right being that gorgeous.
-EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP IT'S A KOKONE EPISODE NEXT WEEK
-Oh fuck, table manner episode.
-Ah, it's fine, I remember all these things from my culinary class.
-I'll have to significantly tone down my swearing, but that's not an issue.
#delicious party precure#precure#delicious party pretty cure#pretty cure#if you receive a little kindness give them a large serving!
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october.
"why are you so afraid of the storm? the rain? after all, the wind allows the leafs to go onto their journey. falling to the ground, like dancers dancing in their final act. the rain will turn them into soil, so that new life can grow as soon as spring arrives. helping to fulfil the circle that is life and death. so isn't storm a beautiful thing? why be afraid of it?"
a little taller than him, but just up to his eyes so he had no choice but to look straight into them. grey. but the beautiful kind. hell, the kind you get lost in. a light silver, he swore he saw some green in it, too. black hair. slightly tanned. beautifully shaped lips. irish lad.
it's summer and he's nervous. why is he nervous? all this cannot be much different from sunderland. but all the new faces, the new stories behind each and every single one of them. was he excited to be told those stories? or afraid of the unknown?
"hey! you're alright?" michael nudged his shoulder as jordan took a break in training. "bloody hot today. sweating like a pig." michael laughs "well, that's the thing about summer transfers. would've preferred the january one, too." jordan tried to avoid eye contact at all cost, felt like a bloody idiot. "when'd you come here then?" jordan asked, trying to distract himself with his water bottle.
"week ago. how 'bout you?"
"nine days ago."
"oh! so that's why everyone stares at us the same, we're the new kids around. well, that means we've got a good shot at becoming mates, eh?"
jordan smiled, trying not to turn the brightest shade of red, could blame it on the a sunburn, anyway. "i'd like that. but we've met before, haven't we?"
michael gave this a good thought. he's a physical thinker, for the split second of micheal thinking, jordan couldn't help but stare at his frame, again. he needed to get himself together, now.
"yeah! you're the lad from england, right? heard rumours they'll take you to the world cup next year, yeah?" jordan smiled. "got a good shot, yeah. but it's still a long way to go. you know how things are." micheal nodded "yeah, i mean before the gaffer gets mad again, wanna meet for a drink or something tonight? could show you 'round."
as cool and content as he was, jordan managed to hide his excitement about michael's offer the best way he could. "sure, why not."
michael smiled before giving jordan a smack on his ass "sound. see you later then."
and so the months had passed and both man had settled at their new club. a whacky season. tough games. this was indeed different from sunderland. jordan felt like michael had an easier time settling with the squad. he didn't talk about missing the lads over at burnley even half as much as jordan whined about his old teammates over at sunderland. ever since jordan had begun falling for michael, things hadn't changed. they'd only gotten worse. they'd spent every free minute together and jordan had no idea how he had hidden his feelings for him for so long now, three months. that's an awful lot of time when you're in love but you can't let it show. but why couldn't he? there were moments when he thought michael had sent him signals, jokes he's made that seemed a little suggestive.
"seems like it's about to rain. gaffer said we could go home a little earlier today, tough game tomorrow. should rest, shouldn't we?" michael asked handing jordan his jacket. "wanna walk with me?" michael asked as he fixed the collar on his jacket, the wind keep messing with it. jordan nodded. "sure, wanna grab something to eat on the way? could go for some doner." "sound. let's do that."
the two men walked side by side, heads slightly tilted down because the wind would blow hundreds of leafs into their faces, the wind had gotten colder with each day now. "fucking weather. wouldn't it be just amazing if it started rai-" before michael could complete his sentence, the first rain drop had landed on his face. jordan laughed. "you called that mate." michael shushed him. "oh fuck off, twat. let's find a place to wait it out." the park they walked through everyday on their way from training had changed colours - green turning into orange. the sky grey, it's getting dark earlier now. jordan noticed all these small details, thought they were maybe just too obvious for michael to even mention.
the rain became heavier and the pair was still far from their desired destination, the doner place. michael suddenly stopped. "fuck." he begun fumbling around with his collar once again, the wind not being his friend today. jordan laughed. "we'll get soaked if we keep stopping. just let me-" jordan fixed michael's collar, carefully pulling it down, eyes meeting with michael's. the colour of the sky, like a reflection. "thanks mate i-" michael had his words cut from his mouth once more, but this time it wasn't the rain that had begun crashing down on the two, he was silenced by jordan's lips pushed onto his. jordan had no idea what he was doing, why he was doing it, or what was happening right now. he pulled away in shock - expecting michael to walk away and never speak another word to him, tell the others, make a scene. but he didn't. michael's eyes were closed as jordan pulled away from him, his face wet from the rain.
michael opened his eyes. "why'd you stop?" jordan just stared at him. "i- i'm sorry." michael smiled "what for? stopping?" michael pulled jordan by his waist and pulled him back into another, this time proper, kiss. they just stood there, letting it all happen. michael tasted like cigarettes, so the rumours of him having a fag sometimes turned out to be true, despite the gaffer scolding him for it more than once before. michael raised his hand to jordan's cheek, caressing it softly as he broke the kiss, in the slowest, most careful manner. "well ... that was unexpected." jordan said, still in disbelief any of this just happened. michael chuckled "oh please...do you really think the hundreds of times of you checking me out have gone unnoticed? i just...didn't know how to tell you." michael admitted, both men still standing in the middle of the park, the rain still crashing down on them.
"...tell me what?" jordan asked.
"that i wanted to kiss you ever since i first saw you."
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Terence, This is Stupid Stuff // A.E. Housman
'Terence, this is stupid stuff:
You eat your victuals fast enough;
There can't be much amiss, 'tis clear,
To see the rate you drink your beer.
But oh, good Lord, the verse you make,
It gives a chap the belly-ache.
The cow, the old cow, she is dead;
It sleeps well, the horned head:
We poor lads, 'tis our turn now
To hear such tunes as killed the cow.
Pretty friendship 'tis to rhyme
Your friends to death before their time
Moping melancholy mad:
Come, pipe a tune to dance to, lad.'
Why, if 'tis dancing you would be,
There's brisker pipes than poetry.
Say, for what were hop-yards meant,
Or why was Burton built on Trent?
Oh many a peer of England brews
Livelier liquor than the Muse,
And malt does more than Milton can
To justify God's ways to man.
Ale, man, ale's the stuff to drink
For fellows whom it hurts to think:
Look into the pewter pot
To see the world as the world's not.
And faith, 'tis pleasant till 'tis past:
The mischief is that 'twill not last.
Oh I have been to Ludlow fair
And left my necktie God knows where,
And carried half way home, or near,
Pints and quarts of Ludlow beer:
Then the world seemed none so bad,
And I myself a sterling lad;
And down in lovely muck I've lain,
Happy till I woke again.
Then I saw the morning sky:
Heigho, the tale was all a lie;
The world, it was the old world yet,
I was I, my things were wet,
And nothing now remained to do
But begin the game anew.
Therefore, since the world has still
Much good, but much less good than ill,
And while the sun and moon endure
Luck's a chance, but trouble's sure,
I'd face it as a wise man would,
And train for ill and not for good.
'Tis true, the stuff I bring for sale
Is not so brisk a brew as ale:
Out of a stem that scored the hand
I wrung it in a weary land.
But take it: if the smack is sour,
The better for the embittered hour;
It should do good to heart and head
When your soul is in my soul's stead;
And I will friend you, if I may,
In the dark and cloudy day.
There was a king reigned in the East:
There, when kings will sit to feast,
They get their fill before they think
With poisoned meat and poisoned drink.
He gathered all the springs to birth
From the many-venomed earth;
First a little, thence to more,
He sampled all her killing store;
And easy, smiling, seasoned sound,
Sate the king when healths went round.
They put arsenic in his meat
And stared aghast to watch him eat;
They poured strychnine in his cup
And shook to see him drink it up:
They shook, they stared as white's their shirt:
Them it was their poison hurt.
I tell the tale that I heard told.
Mithridates, he died old.
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Phantomhive!”
Chapter 12
Notes:
Greetingzzzzzzz!
Sorry for the delay! Just started vacation and now I have free time to spare!
Aside from this fic, I am still updating Rugged Hearts and Prepare Yourself. I also have an Attack on Tutan fic Three or Nothing which will be updating soon.
A reader approached me about writing a DRAMAtical Murder fic, I am very much interested but first I will be finishing up my other fics. If anyone had any requests or if you want to appear in one of my stories then let me know!
Anywhoooooo, I hope you enjoy this chapter, lots of sexiness and plenty of nonsense from our favorite pirate duo!
Love to all!
Chapter Text
“Oi! Finny! I've come to take my place!” Mey called up to the bleary eyed youth who had been nodding off for the last half hour during his turn on the crow’s nest. As per usual, the young woman had her trusted piece at her side and a dark brown glass bottle of water mixed with rum in her hand. The moon was illuminating the entire deck with a silvery shower and the sky was star filled and clear. It was favorable conditions for manning that post and Mey was eager to begin her night shift. Socializing during dinner was all well and good, but nothing placed her at ease more than the solitude and silence of the midnight watchtower position.
“Coming Miss Mey!” Finny called down, scurrying over the side of the barrel and descending the rope ladder. He was beyond tired and wanting dinner badly.”Do ye have my supper?” He asked over his shoulder as he clumsily climbed down.
Mey shook her head, held up her bottle and waved it from side to side,”Sorry, darling, just have my drink.” She replied apologetically.
Finny sighed, hopping from the ladder and landing squarely on two feet like a green eyed cat,”Aw, pity!” He whined, rubbing his belly,”I'm so hungry!”
“Relax monkey, I've got yer meal.” Bard stepped out of the shadows holding up a steaming plate of food. He chewed at his unlit cigarette and pointed towards the crow's nest with his chin,”Get yerself up thar, Mey, no use being the falcon if yer idling on deck.” He grunted.
“Blow it out your arse.” She snapped, making her ascension towards the nest,”I'm on my way!”
Finny stared, owl eyed and hopeful, at the plate of delicious smelling fare,”I-Is that for me?!” He timidly asked.
Bard felt his cheeks warm up at the cute response from his crewman, but hurriedly looked away, shoving the plate into the younger man's face,”Aye, it is.” He mumbled. Although he was pleased by Finny’s smile, he wasn't going to show it.”I've a couple o’ curry buns for ye!”
Finny inhaled the delicious aroma of spiced meat and seasoned oil, “Oh! I love it when Agni makes them curry buns!” He chirped happily, reaching for the dish.
“I figured ye’d like a few of these.” Bard held the plate away from Finny's grasping hands, unwilling to allow the petite strong arm to reduce the contents into pieces of broken glass and ruined food, ”But first sit with me by the quarterdeck so we can eat together and take in the night breeze.”
Finny nodded his head emphatically and followed Bard like a duckling to the quarterdeck where several crates had been nailed down to the deck to serve as makeshift chairs. Bard sat down heavily, brushing his pants down and motioning to Finny to situate himself on the crate next to him. Finny readily complied, folding his hands on his lap like an obedient schoolboy patiently awaiting his next directive.
Wrapping one of the golden buns in a piece of torn off linen, Bard handed it over to the hungry boy, “Careful there, the center’s piping hot.” He warned.
Taking small bites, Finny chewed slowly, savoring every morsel with great gusto. “Thanks kindly, Bard!” He smacked his lips and took another bite of the delicacy,”Mmmm! They're so crispy and chewy!” He raved.
Bard allowed himself to smile openly, figuring that Finny was far too engrossed in devouring the buns rather than notice his expressions, “Enjoy ‘em, lad. No telling when we’ll have more fresh meat for this dish again.” He pointed out.
Wiping his mouth with his sleeve, Finny looked up at Bard, “Ain't we off to Spain in a month's time?” He asked.
Bard gave him a side glance and swiped a crumb from the corner of Finny's mouth with his thumb, “Aye, but no tellin’ if the crew will be staying long enough to fetch provisions.”
Finny blushed and hurriedly shoved the rest of the bun in his mouth, chomping noisily at the meat and crust, “Barth-” he began.
“Don't speak with yer gob full o’ grub, idiot!”
Finny ducked his head and quickly finished eating. Finally swallowing the last bits of food, he lifted his head and stared intently Bard.
“Is Spain nice, Bard?” He ventured in a mouse like voice.
Bard would not meet his gaze, instead he stared out at the endless indigo waters and felt a warmth blooming within his chest, “Yes, yes it is.” He whispered, “One of the loveliest places I've ever laid my eyes upon.”
Finny clapped his hands with delight,“Are there castles? Real castles, Bard?” He asked excitedly, “Like the ones in them storybooks!”
Tearing his gaze away from the dark waters, Bard’s eyes alighted with memory and a past he had kept mostly to himself. The pain and rage over the betrayal handed to him by his own country could not bury the images of every beautiful area of the world he had been lucky enough to witness, “Castles like ye’ve never seen!” He gushed, spreading his hands out into the air to emphasize the enormity of their structures,”Big sprawling stone castles, elegant and ancient! Sitting on hill cliffs overlooking the ocean, it's a splendid sight, lad!”
Finny Looked at him with awe, “I've never seen a castle, I've never seen Spain!” He cried, clutching Bard’s sleeve and pulling at him, “Yer been everywhere, haven't ye? Oh Bard! It must be so nice to see the world!”
A sadness seemed to cloud over Bard's face and he gently placed his hands over Finny’s.“I would be one to answer you, ‘cept everywhere I went, there was war and trifling matters. Everything I saw was colored blood red, everything I touched, died.” He admitted gloomily.
Finny released his hold on Bard’s sleeve, cautiously unraveling his fingers from the material and realizing, to his horror, that he had punctured several holes into the fabric with his fingers. Frantically retracting his hands away from Bard, he tucked them underneath his arms and twisted his body away from his friend, “I-I know that feeling.” his voice cracked, tears instantly welling up in his eyes,”Mine own are no good, I'm sorry!”
Bard looked down at his arm and sent a quick prayer of thanks that Finny had torn the sleeve, and not his skin, but his heart ached over the pitiable state Finny had been reduced to. What was it about the fragile looking man that caused Bard insurmountable sympathy and an urge to protect? It was a mystery, a complete unraveling of the basic nature Bard exhibited in his daily life. Gruff, manly, confident, brave, unmoving, and unwilling to follow anyone except for their captain, Bard would never had thought himself to take on charity. But Finny was different.
He was special.
“I am assured these hands can be gentle, jus’ like yer eyes,” His tone had turned gentler and softer as he addressed Finny, resting his palm against the swell of the boy's cheek, “Nice and gentle.” He whispered, swiping away a trickling tear with his thumb,”in time yer hands will arch your heart, I promise, jus’ listen to me, and trust in me.”
Flushed faced and shy, Finny shook his head out of Bard’s touch, “I-I'm not gentle at all-”
The sounds of footsteps caught the pair by surprise, and even more so when their owner appeared before them.
“G’evenin’ Ali.” Bard snarled, placing the plate of food on the floor next to his crate. He crossed his arms over his chest and glared at the obviously irritated man standing before them,”Kicked out of the Cap’s quarters again, eh?” He snickered.
Alois clenched his jaw and threw Bard a menacing look, but he withheld his voice, instead catching Finny’s sight.
“What are you looking at, brute?” He snapped.
Finny recoiled backwards, nearly toppling off his crate, “N-nothing!” He cried.
“Belay your saucy remarks, Alois.” Bard rose abruptly and stepped forwards, looming like a fuming giant over the petite man,”I'm in no mood to toss your scrawny arse into the waters.”
Alois gritted his teeth, “You wouldn't dare!” He hissed.
“Care to give me a try?”
Finny scrambled to his feet and forced himself to carefully place his hands against Bard’s arm, mindful of how much pressure he was placing, “Bard! Let's go to the kitchen and help Agni put away the dishes!” He suggested.
Cocking an eyebrow, Bard gave his partner an amused look, “Ye want a lesson tonight?”
Nodding his head, Finny felt relief from Bard’s calm response, “Yes! I-I think I can put away dishes and cups even!” He grinned.
Bard narrowed his eyes at Alois, sending him a silent warning to keep his mouth shut, and gestured to Finny to lead the way, “Leg it, monkey.” He ordered lightly, aware that Finny’s touch had been featherlight and barely noticeable. Perhaps their practices were actually working and one day the lad would learn to control his monstrous strength.
What Bard felt the most, however, was the throbbing of his heart when Finny laid his touch upon him. It nearly arrested his senses.
As the duo left, Alois watched with a discerning eye and made mental notes about keeping a close eye on them. The relationships built within a pirate crew all had to center around the well-being of their captain and the acquisition of supplies and treasure. There could be no subgroups, nor any loyalties stronger that their loyalty to their Captain lest munities evolved.
But the loneliness of not belonging to anyone was quite debilitating for someone like Alois who never felt love nor understood why anyone would go to the ends of the earth for it. He looked up at the diamondesque sky and wondered if the stars too were lonely, for however plenty they seemed and however close they were, not one star was connected to another.
So close, so many, so far apart.
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“Damned trickster!” Ciel angrily curled his lip and scowled, “What nonsense do you speak of?!” He barked, “Take a bath here? With you in the same room?!”
Sebastian grinned, “Would you rather I enter the bath with you?” He offered with a sly wink.
Ciel stomped his foot against the planked floor, “Have you lost your bloody head?!” He shouted.
Shrugging his shoulders, Sebastian sauntered over to the fuming boy and placed the tip of his finger underneath Ciel's chin, slowly lifting the boys face upwards, “If I were Abberline, would you be so vexed?” Sebastian challenged.
Ciel whipped his head to the side, his cheeks burning with rage, he could not allow Sebastian to know the extent of his relationship with Abberline! “Turn away whilst I undress.” He demanded.
“No.”
“Why must you insist upon this unseemly behavior?” Ciel raged, shaking his fist at the stony faced man, “Why are you so blatantly intent upon my humiliation?!”
“You are mine and mine alone.” Sebastian stated firmly, “I have fought and conquered the right to observe the landscape of your body. I may not have taken purchase of your pleasures, but I most assuredly have won any opportunity to gander at your charms.”
With nothing else to say, and quite astounded by his enemy’s cockiness, Ciel swallowed hard and decided that if he were to be placed in such a degrading position, he may as well cease in exhibiting his discomfort. Unwilling to entertain the pirate’s sadistic nature, pride took control over Ciel’s shame and allowed him to step back and immodestly remove his shirt, unbutton his pants and allow them, and the cotton underwear Nina had so graciously knitted for him, to fall in a heap at his feet.
Naked and shivering from the coolness of the room, Ciel locked eyes with Sebastian and boldly refused to cover his private area.
“So be it! Well? Speak!” He commanded haughtily. His hands rested against his aide and he dig his fingertips into his bare skin. “What ridiculous statement are you conjuring up in that thick head of yours?!” He snarled.
Silence.
Sebastian simply stared, studying the form of one who had been obviously nurtured and doted upon with loving care. A body caught on the precipice of adulthood, teetering between the lanky limbs of an older child and the trim mildly muscular cut of a burgeoning man. Delicate and stable, hairless but for a tuft of coarse navy blue pubic hair crowning his crotch, Ciel was a developing work of human art.
“Beautiful.” Sebastian breathed, unable to move for he was frozen by the ethereal sight before him,” You are a splendid and most exquisite young man.” He complimented.
Ciel blushed to the roots of his hair. “I-I am going in.” He stammered, turning away and awkwardly lifting his leg over the side of the tub. The moment his skin came into contact with the heated water, he hissed and tensed his entire body. Slowly, the young man eased himself into the bath and felt a rush of pleasure from the soothing mixture and aromatic scents of infused lavender and herbs.
It was certainly a luxurious bath, one he was very much accustomed to in his past lifestyle. It had been weeks since his last indulgence and his sore muscles seemed to melt into the medicated liquid. Settling his body against the back of the giant tub, Ciel sighed with contentment.
Opening his eye, he prepared to launch into a volley of complaints over the unfairness of his imprisonment when he immediately felt anger erupt upon the sight of Sebastian disrobing before him.
“Wh-What in Lord’s name are you doing?!” He yelled, quickly sitting up in the bath.
Tossing his shirt onto his bed, Sebastian gave the boy a quizzical look, “”Are you the only one allowed to be clean?” He queried, unfastening his pants belt and unceremoniously dropping his clothing at his feet.
Ciel nearly passed out from the rush of blood to his head.
Spending most of his waking days on the beaches of Port Royal, Ciel had grown accustomed to the bronze and deep chocolate nude bodies of his peers frolicking on the sands and swimming carefree in the turquoise waters. It never bothered him to see another fellow or lady naked, the constrictive norms of the English hierarchy could not thankfully reach him on the uninhibited shores of Jamaica. When attending Sunday mass, local festivals, the marketplace, and other such public occurrences, Ciel witnessed people dressed in their appropriate attire, but the ocean lent itself to a certain unrestricted freedom.
For the first time in his short life, Ciel felt a heated knot unravel in his groin at the sight of Sebastian’s body. Never had he ever seen a porcelain structure cut so elegantly and perfectly, Chiseled chest punctuated by round coin shaped deep pink nipples; long and toned arms and legs. it reminded him of the pictures from his mother’s art book collections from Ancient Greece. Bodies of sinewy supremacy and otherworldly beauty and strength. Sebastian’s height and manliness contributed further to his dominating appearance.
And it was all Ciel could do but not stare at the hanging massive cock between Sebastian's thighs. Mildly firm and with a coloring of soft blush and flesh, it was unlike any other private member Ciel could recall.
Noticing the path of Ciel’s gaze, Sebastian delivered a crooked smile, “Like what you see, Earl?” He taunted, “Perchance you would appreciate a closer study?”
Ciel snapped out of his daze and felt immediate shame, “Pervert! Scheming lowly pervert!” He fumed..
Walking slowly towards the bath, Sebastian took his time in unraveling his long braid, “Calm yourself, little Earl. On my honor I shall not force myself into you.” He promised, forking his fingers through the lengthy strands of his ebon hair.
“As if you wouldst be so honorable, knavish cad!” Ciel countered, drawing his knees up to his chin and encircling his arms protectively around his legs. He watched cautiously at Sebastian’s movements while the captain brushed the black waterfall of hair over his shoulder. It was quite lovely, he admitted to himself, the impossibly shiny mass of thick hair Sebastian sported.
“How do you find the temperature?” Sebastian asked, dipping his fingers into the water and swirling them around several bubbles,”It shalt not scald you.”
Turning his head to the side, Ciel refused to meet Sebastian's gaze,“I-It’s hot, very hot.” He muttered.
Stepping into the bath, Sebastian settled into the other end and took care to stretch his legs out just enough so to not rest his feet against Ciel’s body. It was a large claw foot tub made of cast iron and imported from his home in Spain, a luxury item afforded only to the very wealthy. Dipping his head back, Sebastian fully immersed his hair. Ciel chanced a side glance and caught a glimpse of Sebastian’s hair slithering through the water like inky tendrils.
“Does it pain you?” He asked worriedly, ruby eyes studying the flushed face of the young man.”This heat, can you stand it?”
A tad surprised by the concern in his demeanor, Ciel shook his head, still looking away, “it suffices, I do prefer heat over cold any given time.” He mumbled into his knees.
Reaching out his hand towards Ciel, Sebastian smirked, “As do I.” He whispered, brushing his fingers against the front of Ciel’s leg.
Waters splashed over the side as Ciel flinched from the uninvited touch, “Please, do not touch me in this way!” He implored.
“Why ever not?”
Ciel viciously glowered at the snickering man,“Is it not obvious? I am a man!” He snapped, “To be touched so by another man is-”
“Did Abberline touch you?” Sebastian interrupted, sliding his fingertips down to the top of Ciel’s foot. He watched his reaction closely, noting how the boy’s eye widened at the mention of Abberline. Nodding his head, Sebastian withdrew his hand and fixed Ciel with a steely look, “I see, and here I thought him as a gentleman.” He surmised.
“No! He-he never touched me!” Ciel cried.
Wagging his finger at Ciel’s direction, Sebastian certainly knew better, “From what your face reveals to me, he most assuredly handled you in some way.” He remarked.
“He did not!”
“He did so!”
Clacking his teeth in disgust, Ciel pouted and again looked away, “Why do you care?” He complained miserably, “It is none of your business what I may or may not have done with Abberline!”
Sebastian suddenly grabbed one of Ciel's arms and yanked him forward until the boy was perched between his legs. Ciel ended up on his knees, nearly diving face first into the water and he tried to pull back but the pirate had a vice like grip on him. With every pull, their faces were drew closer to one another. “You belong to me, Ciel.” Sebastian snarled, his deep voice sending a shiver throughout Ciel’s body,”The moment I took purchase of you, everything you may or may not have done became my business.”
Ciel was appalled by the declaration, “Purchase?” He echoed angrily, “Do not speak of me as if I were an item marketed off to you!”
Sebastian cocked his head and an amused smirk spread across his face, “Then what are you, Ciel? What will you eventually decide to be if you wish not to be a purchased ware?”
“I will never be your whore, Captain Michaelis,” He responded fiercely,”I can promise you that.”
A deep rumbling of laughter tumbled from Sebastian as he released Ciel and leaned back against the end of the tub,“You may find this unbelievable, but I do not fancy whores as my bed mates.” He chortled.
Repositioning himself at the other end of the bath, Ciel crossed his arms and sulked, “My apologies, but I cannot envision women of finery seeking out your pleasures.” He scoffed.
Ceasing his laughter, Sebastian leaned his arm atop the side of the tub and rested his head against his hand,“A virgin lamb such as yourself has no idea what a man of my caliber and experience has feasted upon.” He crowed with a self satisfied air,”Well regarded and elegant ladies, foppish gentleman of the court, young lads barely free from home and tight lasses willing to stain their bedsheets with their blood of innocence.”
Ciel blushed heavily from the intricate details of Sebastian's conquests and the older man thoroughly enjoyed the horrified expression on his prisoner’s face. Leaning closer towards Ciel, Sebastian slipped his hand into the side of the boy’s face and cupped the back of his head, squeezing his fingers into the damp crown as to make sure Ciel could not turn his head. Their gazes met, thunderous ocean into fiery Hell and neither one allowed the other to any hint of defeat.
“Dear boy,” he spoke in a husky voice laden with raw honesty,”I know only of the finest of partners who hungrily seek out my company.”
Ciel was unimpressed, “Your arrogance is unsettling.” He retorted.
“Some say the truth is unsettling as well.”
Shrugging his shoulders, Ciel waved off the arrogant Captain, pushing Sebastian’s hand away from his head,“The truth is, I do not want you.” He announced proudly.
Sebastian chuckled, “Not yet. But see here, I do want you, now.” He took purchase of Ciel's hand and, in one fluid motion, forced it down to meet with his hardened member. Ciel squeaked, shocked at the sudden action and was then arrested with shock, aghast at what he was being made to do. Thin fingers, against their will, wrapped around the sizable girth, the heat from his skin nearly burning Ciel's palms. Trembling from a deadly mix of rage, shame, and fear, Ciel closed his eye and willed himself not to pay mind to the pulsing veins throbbing against his skin, the silken texture of another man's want snugly clasped within his hands. Sebastian felt exhilarated, his desires piqued by the sight of the gossamer being currently clenching him in such a deliciously sinful way. The older man began moving Ciel's hands up and down the shaft, breathing heavily from the pleasurable friction. The water splashed lightly over the sides with every languid stroke.
Ciel’s face was dewy with sweat and soapy water, his cheeks round and rose bitten. The luminosity of his fair skin was highlighted by the soaked strands of his slate colored hair and it wa all an orchestra of perfection. His cotton patch had begun to drop down the side of his face, weighted down by water, and Sebastian wanted so badly to tear it off. He freed up one of his hands and slid it up the side of Ciel's arm, tracing his slender collarbone, and resting finally against the young man's delicate jawline. Sebastians thumb ghosted over the underneath of Ciel's bottom lip and he reveled in the velvet smoothness of the boy's skin. It was unlike anything he had ever touched before, tragic in its marring, but inexplicably haunting in its beauty.
“If you so dare to violate me,” Ciel whispered, fluttering his eye open and delivering a deadly glare at Sebastian while his hand continued its forced ministrations.”I will send myself straight to mine own death.” He threatened.
“I believe you would.” Sebastian released Ciel’s hand and watched as the boy recoiled from him, scuttling as far against the other side of the tub as he could, “Am I so vile? Am I so hideous?” Sebastian grunted, resting each arm atop the sides of the bath,”Am I truly a repugnance?”
Ciel's eyes widened, “No! Not at all!” He gasped and then immediately slapped his wet hands over his mouth, mortified over his impassioned reply.
A wide grin spread wickedly across Sebastian's face “How amusing!” He laughed heartedly, “You denied so enthusiastically!”
With his open palm, Ciel sent a wave of soapy water splashing onto Sebastian’s unprotected face, “I-I despise you!” He raged, delivering another round of water at the now sputtering man.
“Cheeky brat!” With his black soggy bangs hanging over his face, Sebastian caught Ciel's wrists and pulled him towards his chest, slamming their bodies together with Ciel pressed on top of him. Ciel fought to escape the iron grip but all he could do was keep his face from planting into the water.
“Cease this struggling!” Sebastian hissed, wrapping his legs around Ciel’s tiny frame, “Lest you harm yourself in the process!”
“Release me!” Ciel barked, digging his elbows into Sebastian's chest,”Lest I harm you!” Suddenly, he felt an instant heat explode in his lower half and he realized that his own cock was rubbing against Sebastian’s!
“You creature!” He snarled, balling his fists and kicking his feet out in an attempt to stand up,”Grotesque! You are nothing but a grotesque demon!”
Nearly half the contents of the bathtub emptied out from their frenzied scufflin and the image of Tanaka having to clean up after their mess had Sebastian quickly panicking, “Calm this temperament of yours!” He roared, jutting his hips up to keep Ciel from being able to stand on his own.
Realizing that Ciel was unwilling to give up his futile defense, Sebastian abruptly stood up, splattering water over the sides of the tub, and hoisted the now flailing prisoner princess style into his arms. He took great caution in stepping out of the bath and onto the soaked and slippery floor with Ciel kicking and screaming in his arms. In one swoop, he caught ahold of a cloth towel, tossed the boy onto his bed and began rapidly wiping his gleaming wet body dry.
“What in bloody hell are you doing?!” Ciel screeched, slapping Sebastian's hands away from his body and clawing at the sheets to cover up his naked body,”Wretched bastard! How dare you-ack!” Before he could finish his sentence, Ciel was completely smothered by Sebastian's body; his entirety had been shadowed by the dark crow and he could not see past the ebon curtain of hair surrounding his head. With one hand, Sebastian grabbed the duvet and cocooned both he and Ciel within its warmth and darkness, securing his prize and allowing him no means of escape. His other arm had snaked its way underneath Ciel’s back and hooked itself so that he could thrust the small body up against his own much larger build. They panted heavily into each other's faces, catching their breaths and gulping down air as the excitement of the risqué situation escalated.
Nuzzling his face into the crook of Ciel's neck, Sebastian inhaled the ripe smell of youth and he became heady with its sweetly musky scent,“You feign disgust of my advances, boy. I read you as a map, all wants and desires clearly checked against you exquisite face.” He whispered hotly, shivering at the tautness of Ciel’s bare skin against his own,”Place a mark upon my words, the time will come when you wish not to live without me, you will love no one but me, you will be mine in body and eternal spirit, and when that does occur, I will hold you and when I do, I will make you weep.”
Ciel kept his arms tightly crossed over his chest; squeezing his thighs together in a vain attempt to keep his arousal less prominent, but it was no use, his body was betraying him in the most humiliating of ways. The captain was handsome, alluring and all things sinful, even the savory aroma of sweat mingled with lavender was hypnotic. Ciel willed himself not to fall victim beneath Sebastian's spell for he could not be won over so easily.
“I may weep, Captain Michaelis, but there shall be no love upon my part.” His lips brushed upon the shell of Sebastian’s ear and his voice shook with emotion, “You will be left only with my cold corpse and a gaping bloody hole betwixt your legs and I promise you, oh great demon of the sea, I promise you will never forget my name!”
Sebastian shuddered at the coolly delivered threat, lifting his head and staring straight into the eye of the most cantankerous human being he had ever had the glorious pleasure to meet, “You are a killjoy.” He replied flatly.
Ciel bristled at the sour look on Sebastian's face, “If you find me so vexing, why don't you go and fetch your golden haired Whore with the twisted tongue?” He snapped.
Confused by his statement, Sebastian frowned,, “Alois? Why would I want him?!”
Emitting a bitter laugh, Ciel placed his palms against the pirate’s chest and began pushing him away, “Tired of him already? Is that a hobby of yours? To make young boys your playthings and then toss them aside when done?” He accused, resorting to pounding his diminutive fists against the rock hard chest.
Swatting the feeble attack, Sebastian rolled off of Ciel, curled up next to the fuming boy and supported himself up on his elbow while giving Ciel a quizzical look, “My playthings?” He wondered aloud, “Surely you do not mean Alois?!”
“Well of course I do, you stupid slag!”
Sebastian grimaced, “Were you accustomed to speak in such an uncouth manner before your mother?” He criticized, catching Ciel's jaw between his thumb and fingers and squeezing until his jaw dropped open,”The filth and insults spewing from such a delicate child is quite unbecoming!”
““Never, only you bring out the worst in me.” Ciel jerked his face away from Sebastian’s hand,”Quite laughable to be told this by someone of your low character!” He snapped.
“Your worst is far more enjoyable, is it not?” Sebastian brushed the back of his knuckles featherlight against Ciel’s cheek before resting it on the bed,”Low characters such as myself are quite entertained by people of your high stature.” He teased.
Ciel rolled his eyes, “You claim this to be enjoyable?!” He grumbled.
“Utterly.”
“I hate you.”
Sitting upright, Sebastian stretched his arms up above his head a yawned, “Untruth, you speak only from your bothersome state.” He looked down at Ciel “Perhaps you speak entirely from over exertion and in dire need of a nap, or a bottle of milk.” He chuckled.
“I am no child!” Ciel scrambled upright and pulled the sheets around his shoulder, covering his entire body while he tucked his feet underneath his legs. His skin was like ice without the warmth from Sebastian's body but there would be no conceivable way he would admit that to his tormentor,”I speak from being nearly raped by a criminal!”
The oddest part of their conversation was not how the two men were sitting nude and nearly soaked in the middle of a large bed hurling insults and threats to one another. No, that did not seem to bother the captain at all.
To hear Ciel accuse him of rape pierced his heart.
“I would never rape you.” Sebastian smoothed down the sheets between them and patted them gently, averting Ciel's eye as he spoke,”Never, in all my years, have I have thrown violence into my sex. It galls me to the core for it is an unforgivable and loathsome action.”
Ciel fell silent, watching Sebastian's pained expression and fretful body language. From the gnawing at his inner cheek to the nervous drumming of his fingers against the mattress, Ciel could tell that he had hit the nerve of something very dark and tormenting within the pirate.
“My deepest apologies, Captain Michaelis.” Ciel bowed his head, folding his hands neatly upon his lap,”I mistook your actions for something far less favorable and in turn, I have insulted your honor.”
Sebastian cocked an eyebrow at the sudden change in Ciel’s manners, to witness such a timid and humble person emerge from the hellcat he had just moments earlier wrestled with was worth every damnation Ciel had thrown at him.
He is inexplicably cute, he thought.
“Sleep here.” He offered,”It is far more comfortable than the cot you were previously provided with, is it not?”
“What? Sleep here with you?” Ciel scuttled towards the edge of the bed,”I would rather sleep amongst sharks and piranha!” He thundered.
He's not cute, Sebastian thought sourly, not one bit.
“Prideful brat! I fancy a bed partner, you will have to do!” He grabbed the sheets Ciel had wrapped himself in and yanked them back, sending Ciel flying backwards onto the bed. Landing with a thud, Ciel struggled to unwrap himself from the blankets.
“i will not sleep with you!” He protested.
Sebastian rolled over and pinned him down again with his body, “Behave and obey!” He ordered.
“No!” Ciel frantically whipped his head from side to side,”I don't want to-!”
“Please, I beg of you!” Sebastian dropped his head and pressed the side of his face against Ciel's chest. He listened to the fierce beating of the boy's heart and felt an immediate ease permeate throughout his body. “I do not sleep well, provide me with this comfort and I will cease manhandling you.” He swore.
Surprised by the pleading and admission, Ciel looked down at the crown of inky hair,“And why shouldst I take your word?” He asked quietly.
“Have I not told you?” Sebastian lifted his head and rested his chin upon Ciel's shoulder, “There are no entanglements in my speech, I cannot lie.”
“I see,” Exhausted and warm once again from the sultriness of Sebastian's body, Ciel gave himself in to temporary defeat, “Fine then,” He acquiesced,”I shall sleep here, and only sleep, nothing more but that!.”
“Most excellent!” Sebastian smiled and reached over to a small table next to the bed. Snatching a red ribbon, he dangled it in front of Ciel’s face.”Now, braid my hair.”he demanded.
“Are you daft?!” Ciel smacked the ribbon out of Sebastian’s hand,”Braid your own damned hair!” He miffed.
Sebastian pouted, “Tanaka usually braids it and I do not like the way it falls when I do it, so go on, braid it.” He insisted, once again dangling the ribbon in front of Ciel’s eye.
Sighing deeply, Ciel motioned for Sebastian to sit up and face away from him so he could untangle and separate the incredibly thick blanket of silken hair. His mother had often fed him a piece of coconut candy or licorice as a barter for a few minutes of brushing her hair. He had loved passing the finely bristled brush through her long hair and doing so for Sebastian left many conflicted feelings within the young lad.
Was it possible, in any way shape or form, to not want to leave this man’s side? He thought, separating the hair into three parts. How could this egotistical man possibly fathom Ciel falling in love with him?
Ciel shook his head, pulling each section and intertwining them evenly. There would be no chance of him preferring the life of a pirate's lover over freedom. The very idea was ridiculous!
“You are a child,” Ciel scolded gently, much to the amusement of Sebastian who only snorted his reply,”An overgrown, useless child.”
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Chapter 13
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Chapter Text
The twittering of birds….
A long lost echo of the past.
Sebastian stood in the middle of a large circular room, it's perimeter lined with floor to ceiling French door styled windows dressed with sheer ivory curtains. The ornate decor spoke of finery with its Muslim plasterwork painted in muted colors of soft blue and gold leaf trim, arcades of semicircular arches, and triangular pediment tops. Colorful dishes painted in the style of istoriato, majolica (enamelled pottery), and medium sized bronze figures fashioned after mythological creatures, aligned exquisite carved wood cabinets made of cypress and ebony which were inlaid with curving designs of ivory and shimmering mother of pearl.
A large oval oriental rug of deep blue and green hues set in a background of beige and light rose shone brilliantly against the depthless brown of mahogany floor planks. In the far corner near the double entry doors stood a statue of San Isidro, the patron Saint of the Laboring Man, and in the other far corner were two large wrought iron bird cages.
One was painted in gold and it housed at least ten chirping and vibrant lemon yellow canaries. The other was of its natural black casing and it boasted an equal amount of bustling and noisy bluebirds.
Sebastian walked hesitantly towards the cages, glancing sideways to the castle gardens outside one of the windows. The sun burned brilliantly and the gardens were breath-takingly beautiful, filled with elaborately clipped hedges, trickling water, and fragrant, colorful flowers. He breathed slowly, inhaling the clean scent of red carnations, and felt a longing stir deep within his heart. Fitted in his pirate attire, he felt out of place and criminal, knowing that his presence was an eyesore for his royal blooded family.
“Sebastian, why do you fancy the bluebirds?”
The childlike voice came from behind him and he turned quickly to discover a small boy with jet black shoulder length hair and amber eyes hidden behind a pair of silver rimmed spectacles. He was slight in form; dressed in a braided black doublet, black velvet breeches, white cuffed shirt, and leather slip ons. A miniature version of their father, Claude was every inch the aristocratic noble, even at the tender age of seven.
Being only three years older than Claude, Sebastian found his situation strangely amusing and quirked a smile. “It is their color,” He responded gently, kneeling down in order to speak upon his brother’s level.“It reminds me of the ocean.”
The boy scowled, tugging at his fingers. “They are not very nice, brother,” he grumbled as he held out his slender fingers for inspection. Sebastian noticed a cloth tied around the pointer finger and he shook his head in amusement.
“If you keep sticking your finger in their cage, they will nip you,” He chuckled, taking purchase of the diminutive hand and examining the expertly bandaged digit.”Sharp beaks are capable of cutting to the bone.”
“Your birds are mean, brother!” Claude pouted, his cute face crumpling up like a piece of paper.”I wanted to say hello and they were very mean to me!”
The Captain sighed, pulling carefully at the hand and silently beckoning the crank child to come closer. ““Did you know that bluebirds bring happiness?” He drew Claude into his arms and held him closely to his chest, feeling adoration emanating throughout his body as his brother rested his head against his shoulder.
“But my birds make me happy too!” The boy stubbornly countered.
“Yes, they sing much prettier than mine.”
“B-But your birds are very strong, right?” Claude drew back and stared at his older brother with wide eyed wonderment.”I have seen them chase other larger birds away from the gardens!”
“Yes, yes they are, little brother,” Sebastian laughed, lovingly ruffling the ebon nest of hair.”They will protect what they love with every bit of their might!”
“Just like you, brother!” Claude grinned, hopping up and down excitedly.”Just like you protect me!”
His heart clenched painfully at the innocent remark.“Claude, your birds look like the sun and mine look like the ocean,” Sebastian remarked. “Do you realize what that means?”
The child shook his head “no”.
“It means whilst the ocean keeps its movement, the sun will never leave it alone”--Sebastian pointed towards the window, where a soft breeze had begun to sift through the billowing curtains--“Even if the night comith, even if the clouds and storms cover the light, the sun will eventually brighten the ocean.”
Claude smiled broadly and clapped his hands. “Oh! That does sound lovely!” He squealed happily.
“And just like you, Claude”--Sebastian looped his arm around his sibling’s neck and enclosed the tiny figure within his larger self, holding him tightly--“You bring light to my dark waters.” He affirmed.
“I do?” Claude whispered, digging his small fingers into his brother’s shirt.
“Yes you do, negrito.” Sebastian choked out, feeling the ice cold trickle of tears against his cheeks as he began to weep for.a time he could no longer retrieve. “Yes you do.”
The flapping of wings and musical trills of the birds filled Sebastian's ears as he closed his eyes and succumbed to the familiar comfort of his beloved brother.
“Get your bloody arm off of mine throat you behemoth oaf!”
Drowsy scarlet eyes popped open at the shrill voice thundering in his ear and the sounds of birds dissipated like smoke. Sebastian lifted his head up from his pillow to discover a purple faced Ciel desperately clawing at his arm. Without realizing, Sebastian had fallen asleep on his stomach with his arm hooked over his prisoner's neck.
The room, the birds, even Claude, were all gone; except for the empty cage.
“Your morning disposition leaves much to be desired.” He muttered, rolling over to his back and releasing his hold on a now gasping Ciel.
“I was requiring air!” The young noble coughed, glaring murderously at his captor.”however, I shall cease to be so selfish the next time you decide to strangle me!” He hissed as he gulped for air.
“It would have served better if you had moved over into my arms and lay still within my embrace.” Sebastian smirked, tucking his hands behind his head.”Such ill mannered bed mates are of no thrill to me.”
“Oh, do pardon my ill manners!” Ciel sarcastically spat. “You could have just granted my freedom and allowed me mine own bed.”
Sebastian frowned. “How boring.” He yawned.
Ciel sat up, pulling the sheets around him to cover his naked form. “It is common courtesy to allow a guest their own sleeping arrangements!” He miffed.
Turning his head to the side, Sebastian held up one finger in Ciel's flushed face. “Do not mistake this, you are no guest, you are my prisoner.” He reminded the flustered man. “Aside from that, I allowed you a proper sleeping arrangement.”
“This is far from proper!” Ciel cried, his open hands frantically gesturing at his clothless chest.”I am bare and without appropriate arrangement!”
Shrugging his shoulder, Sebastian grinned. “I, for one, slept exceptionally well.” He drawled with an air of self satisfaction.
Ciel regarded the man with dubious contempt.”Balderdash!” He exclaimed.”You tossed about like a fish out of water! Tossing and thrashing about, nearly sending me to meet my end to the floor!”
“I did not.” Sebastian snorted, “You merely exaggerate.”
“Yes you did!” Ciel insisted. “As if your movements were not enough to rob me of my sleep, you kept murmuring nonsense about birds!”
Sebastian froze, his body tense with dread. “Birds?” He feigned ignorance, keeping his eyes fixed upon the wall in front of the bed.”I know not what you speak of.” He lied.
“Yes….birds.” Ciel's voice went small for he had immediately noticed the change in Sebastian. Somehow, he had entered a dark territory in which he was most unwelcome to and he thought it better to retreat as quickly as possible lest he trigger some other outlandish behavior from the rogue man.
“But, it matters not.” He muttered, looking away.”As long as you slept well, it is all that matters.”
Surprised by the sudden shift in Ciel’s demeanor, Sebastian wondered if his prisoner was actually aware of the concern he had just displayed. Studying the sleek figure of the noble, it was obvious that he had become a bit more comfortable in his presence. Ciel was naked but was not trying to scramble away from his side, instead he had simply gathered the sheets at his waist.
“Nina had befitted you with clothing, yes?” Sebastian questioned the now visibly trembling boy.”If you remain in this state, surely you shall catch your death soon enough.”
“I wish to be clothed.” Ciel shivered, rubbing his arms with his hands as goosebumps littered the pale surface.”I am chilled.”
Without a word, Sebastian whipped off the sheets, revealing his own nakedness, and padded over the tall dresser at the foot of the bed. Ciel blushed heatedly at the incredible sight of the captain. He was unable to fully comprehend the exact magnificence of an adult male body intricacy sculpted in sinewy muscle and long graceful limbs wrapped in alabaster skin. Sebastian's dark braid swung like a black cat's tail behind him and Ciel found himself surprisingly pleased that his handiwork had kept its shape throughout the night.
It would have done me well if he had wrung himself dead with that braid, he thought sourly.
“I shall fetch you your clothes.” Sebastian announced, pulling out several articles of clothes and a pair of cloth underwear.”And have your provisions secured in my quarters.”
“Pardon?” Ciel was taken aback by the statement so quickly offered.”Why would you have my provisions brought here?”
“You shall board here with me.” The Captain turned around and brazenly revealed his full frontal glory to the now furiously blushing Ciel. His chest was smooth and none too broad and it led into a muscular flat abdomen. The V cut slant of his groin area held a healthy and deliciously fleshy pink cock crowned with only a small nest of coarse black hair. Even flaccid, Sebastian member was far larger and of a sizable girth compared with Ciel’s own young sapling still developing and finding its own shape.
“Have you not a bit of shame?” Ciel hissed.
“You say that yet you continue to stare at my dick.” Sebastian bluntly pointed out.
“Lecher!” Ciel shouted before diving under the covers and curling up into a ball.
Amazed by the childish, and unbearably cute, response, Sebastian held off from anymore teasing remarks and instead began to dress himself. “Remain here, do not move from these quarters lest you be punished.” He warned, hurriedly buttoning up his shirt.”Tanaka shall bring you your morning meal.”
“Shall I not eat with the crew?” Ciel’s muffled voice was barely audible from under the covers.
Red eyes narrowed.”Why ever would you wish to share a meal again with them?” Sebastian belted his pants and gave the bundle a suspicious once over.”Be there someone you fancy already?” He snarled .
A lone dark blue eye peeped out from between the sheets and it immediately clouded over.”Are you daft?” He angrily shot back, balling his fists into the mattress.”All I would be fancying at this moment is a clean pair of britches and freedom from the likes of you!”
Oddly pleased with Ciel's answer, Sebastian nodded and bent over to snatch up a pair of leather boots from the floor.”Mind yourself here on my ship.” He cautioned lowly.”Behave and obey is all that I ask.”
“You request far more than that!” Ciel sniffed indignantly, allowing his face to pop out from the covers so that he could fix the man with a contemptuous glare.”You think yourself so highly, with that baudy affect of yours, making outrageous demands of me. It defies all sensibility!”
“It would behoove you to adhere to my demands, Ciel.” Sebastian sauntered over to the side of the bed and sat down besides Ciel. The bed creaked and for an instance, The smell of crushed lavender wafted into the salt kissed air.
“I wish not to punish you.” He smirked, slowly leaning over the young man.”Pleasure is far more enjoyable than pain, is it not?”
Ciel looked up, holding the captain’s leering eyes with his own steely blue and offered not a hint of fear nor an intimidated air.”I do not fear mine own death.” He remarked coolly, shifting his weight to his arms and propping himself up so that he could be at equal height as Sebastian.”If you wish for acquiescence from me, barter my freedom with me. Offer an end to this misery either by a quick expiration or my eventual release. I am not your slave, your crewman, nor your lover so refrain from expecting such blind obedience from my person for you shall be sorely disappointed.”
A slow and sensually sly smile crept wickedly along the path of Sebastian's face.
“You are no disappointment, my esteemed noble Ciel Phantomhive.” He soothed, tracing a lone finger along Ciel’s sleek jawbone until it rested underneath his chin.”More and more you delight me with your senseless courage and upstart manners.”
Ciel dismissively waved away the backhanded compliments, “How odd, because more and more you disgust me with your lascivious behavior and devilish over confidence!” He scoffed.
“Such untruths pouring from such a pretty mouth.” Sebastian leaned in, tilting his head slightly to the side.”shall I silence it for a bit?” He breathed.
Ciel's eyes widened and he drew his face away from Sebastian's,”I will not allow that.” He whispered.
“Why ever not?”
“It is an action….for lovers.” Ciel could feel heat rising from the base of his neck to the tips of his ears. Surely he must have appeared like a human tomato, blushing like a young silly girl. The very thought made him suddenly shy and it was so bothersome to think that the pretense of a kiss could send him into such a state after he had bathed with the molesting pirate Captain.
“Have you ever kissed?” Sebastian inquired, his fingers now seductively ghosting over Ciel's collarbone from one end to the other.
Shivering from the delicious ministrations, Ciel squeezed his eye shut and felt his stomach flip over. His hands fisted the sheets around his ain't and he could feel his skin quivering with pleasure. A want so achingly painful coiled in his groin and he thanked God that the sheets were able to cover up his shame.
“I say, have you ever kissed?” Sebastian repeated, stealthily flicking one of Ciel’s pert pink nipples.
Releasing a mouselike squeak, Ciel felt himself stumbling towards haziness,“Y-Yes.” He admitted in a tiny voice.
Pleased with his expert handling, Sebastian lightly scraped his nails along the rounded swell of Ciel's shoulder and made circles against the soft skin.
“Was it Abberline?”
“Ye- No!” Ciel's eye shot open and his body jolted back from Sebastian's touch. He had been so immersed by the feather light touches that he had been lulled into allowing his guard down. Slapping his hands over his mouth, he suddenly realized the tremendous mistake he had just committed.
Sebastian slid his hand up Ciel’s neck and encircled his fingers around the swan like shape. Before the young noble could react, he felt a pressure nearly crushing his airways while Sebastian's eyes glowed like hellish rubies.
“I knew it.” He growled.
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“Oi! Jovana! Did Miss Hopkins finish stitching up me pants?!” Dagger scrambled up the stairs towards the main deck with Jumbo, Doll, Snake and the twins right behind him. The morning had called for the small group to swab the deck before breakfast in order to clear the dirty water puddles and dirt collected during the night. Upon daybreak, Dagger had realized he was down to his last pair and had sought out Jovana the Stitch, one of Nina Hopkins’ prized apprentices. After a bit of a search, he finally found her straddling a lower beam while mending one of the sails.
Putting the last few threads through the tear, Jovana bit the thread and expertly knotted the end.“She is almost done with the mending,” She called out from above. The ocean breeze whipped her bright red hair about her angled face as she cocked a questioning eyebrow at her crewman. “Curious,” she pursed her lips at the shamefaced man,”how did you manage a hole in your crotch?”
A chorus of poorly muffled snickers from behind made Dagger turn beet red “Beast caught me sneakin’ a peek while she was bathing,” He answered sheepishly.
Jovana smiled widely.“Oh?!” She exclaimed, rolling up her ball of thread and poking it with a needle. “And you lived to tell the tale?!”
“More like it lived to tell the tale.” Peter snickered.
Scratching the back of his head, Dagger offered no excuses. “Well, she said if I do it again, she’ll finish the job and cut off my dick!”
Unable to withhold their sputtering breaths, the crew finally burst out laughing, guffawing loudly and slapping their knees at the expense of Dagger’s pride. Wendy attempted some form of courtesy by covering her face and giggling into her palms but her brother Peter nearly tumbled to the ground as he bent forward and held his stomach while wildly horse laughing. Snake snickered in a lisp sort of whisper--his snakes hissed their own amusement--and Jumbo emitted booming chortles as his giant body shook with hilarity.
“That’ll do it!”
“His dick?! How can ya cut off a nub?!”
“She'll ask Mey ta look fer it”
“Dagger has a nub? asks Milton.”
Whirling around with teeth bared, Dagger furiously shook his fist at the raucous display,“Blow it out yer arse!” He yelled back at his group who were now near hysteria and rolling against each other while gasping for air. Irritated by the immense humiliation, the young pirate angrily kicked his boot against the side of the stairs and cursed his poor luck.
“What's with all the row?” Mey shouted, scurrying down the rope ladder of her crow’s nest. Bleary eyed and wanting for her bed, she glanced at Dagger’s face and scowled,”What did you do now, little brother?” She tiredly demanded.
“Nothin’ that ain't been taken care of,” He mumbled, casting his eyes down at his feet.”They've a right to make fun of me.” Jerking his head in the direction of the still sniggering lot.
The falcon eyed lady despised bullying of any sort. “That may be so, but enough is enough!” Mey barked at the cackling crew--quickly quieting them down--”If you got time to heckle the lad, then you got time to wash out the chamber pots!”
Jovana dusted her hands against her pants and swung one leg over the beam,.”I'll go get your pants, Dagger,” She hopped down from the beam and made her way past the group. Doll, who had been holding on to Jumbo’s massive arm, stepped forward and smiled up at the pretty faced woman.
“Did ya do the stitching on Jumbo’s arm?” She inquired with wide eyes, pointing to a long and neat scar which traced from the man's wrist all the way up past his elbow.
Jovana nodded,“I did. Miss Hopkins taught me how.” She proudly affirmed.
Dagger coughed into his hand. “Miss Hopkins’ musta really taken a liking to your fingers, seems like she be teaching you lots o’ things, eh?” He sneered, delivering a mischievous wink at the unamused pirate.
A slew of new chuckling rose from Peter and Jumbo but Mey only rolled her eyes.”Oh for the love of Mary!” She bristled.”Shut your gob before you lose your teeth!”
With the dull sound of her thick heeled boots pressing against the creaking planks, Jovana calmly sashayed past Dagger, her shapely hips swaying in rhythmic step, “Miss. Hopkins only has eyes for Mey.” She informed him, sending Mey a seductive side glance.”but if there is anyone on this ship worth putting my shoes under their bed, it would be The Captain.” She purred.
“Stand in line, missy, ya ain't the only one.” Dagger snorted.
Stopping in her tracks, Jovana turned around and placed her hands upon her hips.“You're looking to be shagged by him as well?” she quipped.
Dagger's jaw dropped. “Wait, what?! No! That's not what I be meaning-!” He cried.
Peter was just about to add on his own insult to the conversation but something else caught his attention. With Wendy at his side he had barely noticed Doll leaving her place behind Jumbo and taking a seat atop a water barrel. His lip curled in disgust as he watched the fair skinned girl settle herself into a comfortable sitting position.
“Close yer blasted legs, Doll!” He spat, “I can see yer feckin’ bloomers!”
Doll had dressed herself in a simple white linen dress complete with lace ruffles at the hem and puffed sleeves with delicate blue rosebuds sewn into the cuffs. It was certainly not attire suitable for swabbing the deck, but being she was the youngest of the crew, they indulged her whims.
Peter would have chewed her ears off if he had noticed her leaving the sleeping quarters dressed in the pretty garb. He indulged no one, unless it was Wendy.
“Quit looking!” She shot back, pulling the front of the dress down between her legs.”I walked with ya and now ya notice, ya blind blaggard?!”
“You ain't anything I should be noticing!” He snarled venomously.
“Peter, please!” Wendy begged plaintively, tugging her brother's sleeve.
Ignoring Peter’s acidic remarks, Mey stood aside Doll and fingered the intricately stitched lace pattern. “Doll, why’re you wearing a dress?” She asked sweetly, mindful not to upset the girl. “Didn't Nina make that special for when we go ashore?”
Nervously looking away, Doll began to fidget with her fingers upon her lap.“I-I wanted to show Ciel my pretty dress!” She replied in a small voice.
“Doll’s got a sweetness for his royal highness!” Dagger teased.
Doll wrinkled up her nose at the mocking man, “Shut up Dagger!” She yelled.
“Speaking of your highness,” Jumbo’s deep voice interrupted and he gestured with his chin for everyone to look towards the lower deck, “here comes Alois.”
All pairs of eyes trained themselves on the spritely figure of the infamous Tongue Twister. His buttery yellow hair shone brightly and it was tousled in such a way that his eyes were partially hidden from view. Dressed in black breeches, a white Henley and bright purple vest, he carried himself with such a cavalier attitude that seldom did a pirate dare to approach him for friendly conversation.
Trotting up the stairs which connected the lower deck to the main deck, Alois halted his ascent and observed the group of pirates before him. A whisper of wind kicked up amongst the sails and his bangs were swept briefly to the side, revealing eyes the color of the gentle morning sky. An azure shade so uncommon and breathtaking, that no one could speak.
Well, almost no one.
“Oi! Oi! Par Ley Voo Frenchie!” Dagger crowed, delivering an exaggerated bow as if he were humbling himself before an emperor.
Alois clacked his teeth with disgust.“I am not French, you stupid troll,” He snapped.
Jumbo placed his enormous hand protectively on Dagger’s head. “He's just teasing you, Ali,” he counseled gently. “Keep it in good jest.”
“Where do ya come from, Ali?” Doll cut in, swinging her legs excitedly from side to side.”Ya never want to tell us but ya know where we all come from!”
Stomping up the stairs, Alois gave the girl a contemptuous glare.“It matters not where I am from.” He responded curtly
“Snake won't tell us either!” Wendy complained.”And Beast won't spill where's she from as well!”
Jumbo shook his head. “A ship full of secrets is a doomed ship.” He grunted.
Doll stopped swinging her legs and gaped at the hulking man with fear in her eye. “Really?” She squeaked.
“Come on, Jumbo, don't go spooking the little lass.” Mey tsked.
“But Jumbo makes a good point.” Jovana nodded.
“Instead of standing here, sniggling like school children and wasting time, you all should be following the morning schedule!” Alois roared, pointing at the collection of buckets and mops lying untouched on the upper deck.”Idle banter, nonsensical prying into the business of others! Have you all gone mad and stupid all at once?!”
“That will suffice, Alois.”
Tanaka’s stern voice caused everyone, even Alois, to jump in their place. The elderly man had been waiting to pass out orders on the upper deck the entire time.
“Mary and Christ!” Dagger clutched his chest and gawked bug eyed at the steward.”Ya nearly gave me the end!”
“My deepest apologies.” Tanaka smiled tightly.”But as you see, your time of levity had expired. Do resume your rounds of responsibility before our dear Captain walks upon a filthy deck and decides to dole out punishment for disobedience.”
Before the end of his sentence, they had all scrambled to their post and taken upon their chores with ferocious devotion.
Astounded by the efficiency of Tanaka’s austere command, Alois wordlessly observed the Pirates frantic need to accomplish their duties. Yet, even with being awestruck, the fact that the steward had to step in infuriated him. “I had it under control.” Alois seethed, turning to face Tanaka with anger filled eyes,”Yet once again you wish to undermine me!”
“You undermine yourself with your lack of respect for your crew.” Tanaka firmly chided.”Emulate your Captain’s approach towards his people, is that not your purpose here on this ship?”
“My purpose is to do whatever my Captain wishes for me to do!” Alois barked, his body shaking with rage.”Orokana no rōjin!”
“Muchina gaki,” Tanaka smoothly countered, descending the stairs and staring down at the pint sized first mate.”Your accent is quite rough, however the pronunciation is spot-on.” He complimented.
Unable to respond, Alois huffed and walked away, his clomping boots signaling his sour mood. Tanaka watched, dismayed by their encounter, and wondered if Sebastian truly understood what he had gotten himself into when he had picked up the young man.
It was so long ago, well within the first first few years of Sebastian's foray into the world of the buccaneer, when they had come across a scrawny boy not quite free from the arms of youth. They had purchased provisions from several black market merchants on Saint Mary’s Island on the Northeast coast of Madagascar and were preparing to spend several nights relaxing and keeping low after several highly successful lootings of trading vessels when they came across a slave trader.
A roly poly and seedy looking man by the name of Trancy.
“I've a lovely jewel for you gentlemen.” He leered at Sebastian, ogling the handsome man with glassy eyes filled with lecherous want.”A rare find which only comes once in a lifetime!”
They had been approached by the sweat soaked man at a local inn during their evening meal. The lanterns burned a golden glow which set off long dark shadows, allowing the “questionable” clientele to eat in peace and in anonymity.
“Absurd.” Tanaka had disdainfully turned up his nose at the man whose clothes fit him so tightly, he was assured they were stolen off a dead man's body.”We do not tangle ourselves with slave traders!”
“What type of rare jewel?” Sebastian asked, placing his fork down and and taking a sip of his frothy beer..
“Lapis Lazuli,” He tittered, crooking a finger and beckoning them to follow him,”and Citrine.”
Tanaka exchanged side glances with his ward and saw that the curious nature of the boy he raised was going to send them, yet again, into another adventure. They both rose at once, tossing several coins upon the table, and silently took their leave.
What they discovered, upon following the slave trader to an inconspicuously hidden shanty house several doors down from the inn, left them nearly breathless.
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Chapter 14
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Sebastian stared keenly at a covered lump on the straw floor and caught a whiff of something ripe and pungent in the stale air. A small fireplace crackled with meager flames in the corner of the one room shanty and an empty chamberpot stood on the other corner where a worn chair and distressed table were placed. His nose twitched from the remnants of fecal smell and he found himself more and more repulsed by Trancy as seconds rolled by.
“There it is.” Trancy crowed proudly, gesturing with his dirt riddled hand at the formless pile in the middle of the cramped room.”It's sleeping but I'll wake it up for you right quick!”
“Is this a child?” Sebastian asked quietly.
Tanaka glanced at his master “Captain, what are you thinking?” He spoke in a hushed voice as they watched Trancy lumber over to the still lump and gave it a swift kick to its side. A waifish boy, shrouded in a filthy brown burlap blanket, emerged dazed and looked up at the trio with a groggy face. Unconcerned with the boy’s condition, the pig faced man yanked the soiled blanket away from the his shivering naked body to reveal a frail boned and pale faced youngster of around 13 years. His matted hair reached the top of his shoulders and one could see beneath the dirt that. It was blonde. His wrists and ankles were rubbed raw, indicating that he had been shackled at one point, and the sides of his arms shone bruised imprints of abuse.
But what caught Sebastian's attention were the youngster's eyes.
A pair of wide and elegantly shaped eyes of crystal sky blue. They spoke of a strange beauty coupled with great suffering and vacant thoughts. He was lost, so very lost, and his unmoving lips seemed to appeal to the pirate for they quivered slightly as if silently begging to speak out loud.
“It be fair of face and fine in form.” Trancy cackled, brushing his stubby hand up and down the boy’s bony back.”After a good scrubbing, the lad gives off a nice flavor, trust me, I know.” He sniggered, reaching down and squeezing his prisoner’s bare rump.”I fetched it when it was pure, but youth allows for them to keep their shape, if you catch my meaning.” He winked.
“His name.”
Both Tanaka and Trancy were startled by Sebastian's austere tone. His deep voice cut through Trancy’s jovial mood and gave Tanaka an idea of what he was about to do. From the very start, he could sense Sebastian's distaste for the Trancy. His lips were pressed into tight white lines and his face was set in a stony expression which revealed nothing. But Tanaka knew better than that for his young master was more of a badger lurking beneath the cool shades of still flowers and brush. Once his ire had been provoked, the peace would be broken and the punishments would be generously doled out.
“Its name, sir?” Trancy appeared confused, rising to his feet and stepping towards the taller man.”I found it on the street begging for food on the island of Malta, what care for I of its name?”
Before Tanaka could stop him, Sebastian drew his sword from his side, retracted his arm and delivered a savage thrust straight into Trancy’s heart. The rotund slave dealer could only stand in his place, impaled by the long sword, and cough out a spray of blood before finally crumpling to the floor in a messy heap. Placing his boot against the now convulsing man’s chest, Sebastian kicked him free of his blade and swiftly wiped his weapon clean against his victim’s shirt.
“What shall we name him, Tanaka?” Sebastian piped cheerfully at his stern-faced steward while sheathing his sword.”I prefer something elegant.”
“Of course, young master.”
“A refined name, don't you think?”
“Refined would suffice, young master.”
“Isidro is proper, so is Catilan.”
“Well thought of, young master.”
“Rodrigo-”
“By our Lady! I despise that cowardly name!”
“Alejandro?”
“Yes, master. That is most elegant.”
“I-I have….a name.” The men turned slowly and looked down where the mouse-like voice had emerged from. The boy did not seemed the least bothered by the murder of Trancy, yet his face still wore the same blank expression. He had pulled the blanket back onto his lap, something which proved to Tanaka that a sense of pride still existed in this shell of a child.
“Speak then, what is your name?” Sebastian kneeled before the boy and peered into his eyes, observing the angled features and porcelain colored skin peeking through crusts of dirt.
The boy stared back.”Alois.” He whispered hoarsely.
Tanaka removed his long black overcoat and placed it gently over Alois’ shoulders.”This should be sufficient until we reach the ship.” He motioned for Sebastian to fetch another cleaner looking blanket from the single bed in the room.”My captain, what is your plan with this boy?” He asked seriously, taking the blanket and tying it around the boy's painfully narrow waist.
Scarlet eyes studied the woeful state the boy was in.”He is indeed a jewel which must be polished.” Sebastian mused, resting his chin atop a balled up first. “A shame that only his looks may make him special.” He smirked.
“His looks?” Tanaka sighed.”Bocchan, the child is weathered and worn. Do not make light of his pitiable state.”
It may have been the haughtiness in Sebastian's tone or the sympathizing looks from Tanaka, but something irked Alois to his deepest core and in response he raised his head, eyes blazing furiously, and bared his teeth like a hissing cat.
“Fotti tua madre!” He spat.
Astounded by the sudden surge of strength behind the boy’s voice, Sebastian's jaw dropped,”Did he just curse me?” He gaped, pointing at Alois while staring owlishly at his servant.”Did this miscreant actually curse me?” .
“Yes he did.” Tanaka grimaced.”In Italian, to be exact.”
“Italian!?”
Tanaka shrugged. “Though he does not appear so, he must hail from Italy.” He surmised.
“How amusing!” The pirate snickered, wagging his finger at Alois.”Behave yourself, little Italian, else I shall send you to work in a brothel!” He warned.
“Blödes Arschloch!” Alois snapped, lifting his chin in defiance.”Fick dich!”
“Alas, he is now cursing you in German.” Tanaka noted.
“Va bouffer ta merde!”
“French, how impressive.”
“Pichacorta!”
Tanaka nearly doubled over in laughter.”Ho! Ho! Ho! That would be Spanish!” He chortled gleefully. “The lad has accused you of shortcomings!”
“I know precisely what he just called me!” Sebastian shouted angrily, his face contorted in rage. He abruptly stood and began hurriedly untying his belt. ”I shall show this cheeky brat my so called little di-!”
“Bocchan!” Tanaka raised his eyebrows and delivered a scolding look at the fuming pirate.”I beg you, do not lower yourself to such despicable behavior!”
Hesitating for but a second, Sebastian buckled his belt.“Understood!” He huffed, eyes narrowing into menacing slits as he glowered over Alois. ”As for you, moldy lout, reign in that churlish tone and take heed of your new master! It would behoove you to watch your filthy mouth!”
Alois merely rolled his eyes and snorted with contempt. “rövhål!” He chirped.
Sebastian’s face went white,”What in damnation was that tongue?!” He cried.”Is it gibberish?!”
Tanaka frowned.”It may be Nordic of some sort? The lad has accumulated curses in various languages, how tasteless.” He tsked.
Whipping his head around to catch Tanaka's attention, Alois glared murderously at him.”Watashi o bujoku shinaide kudasai!!” He snarled.
The intricate and melodic echoes of his homeland came tumbling effortlessly from the boys small lips and it arrested Tanaka in his place. His dark eyes searched Alois’ face for signs of his own ancestry, but he found none. “Anata wa Nihon no hanasu koto ga dekimasu ka?” He asked quietly.
Visibly annoyed, Alois blew a wisp of hair away from his face and nonchalantly met Tanaka’s intense gaze. “Baka yaro! Watashi wa, nin'i no gengo o hanasu koto ga dekimasu” He responded casually..
And that was how the two gentleman realized that the scraggly young man coated in a year’s worth of muck, was indeed more special than they had originally thought.
Grabbing the boy around his neck with one hand, Sebastian hoisted him up onto his stick thin legs and gave him a few sturdy shakes until Alois had ceased flailing his arms. “I am now your master, Captain Sebastian Michaelis, El Demonio Del Mar!” He hissed, hovering over the young man like a towering sentinel.”You behave and obey, in turn, I shall clean away every bit of grime and feculence which had been forced upon you. I shall erase your tarnished past, raise you from the dregs, and give you a new life. Aboard my ship, you shall prosper as you shall do as you are told!”
Alois shook his head frantically, finally breaking down in tears as the act of being brave wore him to the bone. “No! I will not! You will do to me what that beast did!” He wept, his hands clawing at Sebastian’s arm as he struggled to free himself.”You will harm me as he did!”
“I shalt not.”
“Liar!”
“I do not lie.” Sebastian released Alois and motioned for Tanaka to help hold the weakened boy up. “You will learn of me, of what I do and do not do. Be mindful and follow me, for this world beyond the walls of this foul place shall be yours to witness if you obey me.”
Tanaka could feel the fragility of the boy’s limbs and worried inwardly whether or not he would survive even a few days on the ship. He smelled of rotting flesh, rashes littered his limp body and it was very likely that he had never eaten well. Such a tremendous responsibility to take upon a charge so malnourished and sickly that the elderly man wondered if his ward had indeed thought this through.
“Master, I believe there is a convent of Our Lady of Lourdes several leagues from this island.” Tanaka eased Alois’ arms into the sleeves of his coat.”Perhaps it would be best if-”
“No.” Came the curt reply.
Buttoning the front of the coat, Tanaka disapprovingly shook his head.”This child is not a pet.” He pointed out.”The sisters will care for him, educate and feed him well.”
“I shalt not abandon him.” Sebastian announced firmly, crossing his arms over his chest as if to punctuate his decree.”That is my final word upon this matter.”
Tanaka bowed his head.”Yes, young master.” He murmured.
Alois stared dumbly at the black haired man, his legs trembling terribly and his stomach aching from nerves and hunger. Why would such a stately man care to save him? He wondered as they stepped over the cooling corpse of his previous owner and led him carefully outside of the shanty house.
“Y-You will not….hurt me?” Alois twisted his diminutive hands into the front of the coat.”Y-You promise, yes?” He asked hopefully, unable to meet Sebastian's eyes.
The captain placed his hand on top of the boy’s grimy crown and patted him lightly.”I have far better plans for you.” He grinned.
The night air was damp and humid with the sounds of loud raucous laughter and clinking glasses echoing in the musty air. Golden lantern strung up by fisherman’s wire were connected by long poles lit the way down several pebbled trails. The scent of roasting meat and stale beer intermingled with the dank earth and heavily perfumed flowers of the jungles surrounding them. It was a pirate's paradise, safely hidden away from both manmade and religious law, but it was Hell for those without money nor power. Slaves were often brought here to the small island, traded for various wares and used as momentary pleasures to drown in and then toss to the side. No one rebuked those who sold or bought slaves, it was as natural as purchasing a vat of oil or a barrel of spices.
Tanaka loathed this particular practice of the so called “modern society”.
In silence they headed towards the shore where El Cuervo Negro was docked. Under the silver light of a yellowed crescent moon, the trio slinked onto the sleeping boat.
At the time, only A few crew members had been employed and Alois was informed that as soon as his health improved, he would be trained to become a first mate.
The moment Sebastian had declared that he would not abandon him, Alois had decided that his entire life was to be given up to the service of the one person who saved him. No one would ever come before Captain Michaelis and if anyone so dared to raise a violent hand against the pirate Captain, Alois would be right there to protect and defend until he met his own end.
The years became filled with adventure and purpose. Having acquired a crew member with the uncanny ability to decipher any language, Sebastian made countless highly lucrative transactions and trades with merchants and fellow pirates. No one could pull a sly one since Alois could understand any language being spoken in secret amongst the traders. He helped in opening the doors to numerous business opportunities and aided in Sebastian becoming well fitted with loot.
And thus, The Tongue Twister came to be.
Tanaka stared at the tea pot he had been brewing in the kitchen while recalling the memory of their acquisition of Alois. It was quite amusing how the young terror seemed to mirror the newest terror on the ship. Ciel and Alois were far more similar in nature than they both would probably care to admit. Fiery tempers, proud dispositions, haughty natures, and courageous in the face of daunting situations. Indeed, they were only two years apart and bore exquisite features uncommon among most men. What connected them most, however, were their past experiences which were steeped in suffering and torture. It was no wonder whenever they were in each other's company that they would end up clashing.
For years Tanaka watched Sebastian mold the Alois into an excellent sailor and loyal dog, but he also took notice of the boy’s fervent behavior towards his ward. Whenever a crewman grew close to the Captain, Alois was there to effectively stifle any further development. If Sebastian were to somehow find favor in his company with Ciel, what would Alois think of it?
At some point it was going to end, he thought tiredly, at some point Alois would have to let go of his obsession with the dark haired captain because, just as he had promised, Sebastian had “better plans” for him.
“No more thoughts.” He sighed loudly, dropping spoonfuls of honey into the tea cups he had prepared.”I do hope my Bocchan is taking proper care of the Earl.”
One could only hope…..
“Kiss me!”
“No!”
“Kiss me!”
“I said No!”
“I command you to kiss me!”
“Never!”
Sebastian released his grip on Ciel’s throat and wrung his hands in utter frustration. “You gave entrance to that jelly boned thumb sucking gobshyte and yet you have the gall to refuse me?!” He roared, lunging after Ciel who swiftly rolled over to the other side of the bed and nearly crashed through the French paned window.
“I wouldst kiss a goat’s arse before I allowed your filthy mouth to touch mine own!” He spat, kicking his feet out in front of him in an effort to connect with Sebastian’s jaw.”Heel! You dog! Heel!”
“Dog, you say?!” Sebastian caught both ankles and squeezed them tightly until Ciel let out a pained yelp.”What else did you do with that syphilitic bastitch?” He hissed,
“Ow! Release me, you goblin!”
“What else did you do?!?”
“Release me!!!”
Sebastian shook him until Ciel’s teeth rattled. “Did he embrace you?” he thundered angrily. “Answer me! Did Abberline take you and make you his own?”
“How dare you treat me in such a way!!” Ciel protested vehemently, trying to kick himself free.”I am The Earl Ciel Phantomhive!”
“Answer me!”
“I will never lower myself to reply to such disgusting and loathsome interrogations!”
“You think of me as lowly?” Sebastian sneered..”Yet you tangled with that white washed liverless rapscallion!”
“It is of-Ow!-no concern to you what I did!” Ciel braced himself and placed all of his efforts into swinging his fists up at Sebastian. Somehow he was able to reach and scratched the seething man across his cheek.
Letting go of one of the ankles, Sebastian wiped his cheek with the back of his hand and noticed a paper thin line of blood on his skin.
Ciel immediately stopped kicking and stared up at the pirate.”I-I did not mean to do that!” He squeaked.
“You black spotted nattering wrench!” Sebastian swore, raising Ciel’s high leg up until the young man's bottom had been lifted clear off the bed “Did you mean to give that scurvy baboon your body as well?!” He viciously ripped the sheets off of Ciel and dangled him like a gasping fish on a hook.
“Monstrous swine!” Ciel screeched, his head bobbing in the air while slamming his fists against Sebastian's thighs.”Put me down this instance!”
“Answer me!”
“I did no such thing!”
“Liar!”
“I have done nothing! Nothing!”
Dropping the hapless prisoner on his back like a sack upon the bed, Sebastian grabbed the boy's shoulders and pinned him down with his body. Ciel gasped for air, feeling his chest constrict with fury and fear all at once. Desperate tears collected in his eyes, but he refused to weep.
“What did he do to you?” Sebastian's voice went low and husky, as if he were trying to lull Ciel into telling the truth, but for Ciel this was already a lessened learned. He glared at Sebastian with his one good eye; disgust was painted all over his face.
“Unlike you, you perverted cad, I am untouched.” He hissed. Crimson spread from his neck up all the way to his ears as he felt his immense shame.”Abberline kissed me, he was gentle and kind and I was afraid and alone and yes! That man kissed me- but nothing more! I adored his advances, I adored him and if he continues to grace this earth alive, then I adore him even more! He protected me and mine honor and wouldst not further do me any harm.” Ciel's chest heaved with emotion and he swallowed hard after his rant for it had stolen his breath.
“Adore him?” Sebastian gritted his teeth as a fresh helping of rage washed over him.”In my presence you dare to spew such heartfelt sentiments?” He growled.
“You are truly unkind.” Ciel’s face crinkled into despair and he willed himself to not fall apart lest be seen as a child. “For it is plain sight that I have been butchered both in body and spirit and yet you handle me in such mindless and brutish ways, is it no wonder I felt at peace with Abberline who never laid harm upon me?”
Sebastian studied that one haunted sapphire eye and drew up his hand to Ciel's face, caressing the side where the dead orb lay hidden under a sewn socket. That large hand framing Ciel’s pixie face did indeed look monstrous. He recalled his vicious assault against Ciel when they first met on the Collingwood, how he had kept him locked up in a bare bones room and threatened his life initially. If he so chose to, he could force himself on the lad, break his spirit and mind, turn him inside out until there was nothing left but a husk and a pulse.
But he couldn't; he would not. No stranger to violence and mayhem, Sebastian's blood burned with grand ferocity and powerful inclinations. He feared no one and yet he wanted desperately for Ciel to willingly unwrap himself before him, to become undone out of want and not out of fear. To think that Abberline had been able to do this further ignited his desires.
“Kissed you, is that all?” He whispered, fingering the few lashed still attached to the marred skin.”Nothing else? He merely--kissed you?”
Flinching at the tender ministrations, Ciel took a shuddering breath. “Yes, that is all. I have neither been with man nor lady.” He admitted in a small voice.”Neither have I done such things…..to myself.” He averted his eye, mortified over his spoken admission.
“I see.” Sebastian cupped the boy's face and rubbed his cheek with his thumb, it was velvety soft and even with the disfigured portion of his face, Ciel was still an ethereal beauty. But the devilish temper and inability to acquiesce to even the simplest of his demands, made Ciel all the more desirable.
Add to that, the noble was also a pristine virgin.
“Kiss me.” Sebastian demanded.”For it is clear that I am a far better man than Abberline.”
“Clear?!” Ciel scowled.”Acquire yourself a better argument than that!”
Dropping his head onto Ciel's chest, Sebastian took a deep breath. And decided that he was not going to win over the Earl in this manner. Raising his head up, the pirate eased his weight off of Ciel and laid on his side, still resting his hand against the boy's face.
“Please, kiss me.” He entreated softly. “I beg of you, allow me this honor, my most esteemed Earl Ciel Phantomhive.”
“Wha-What?”
“I beseech you, offer me a kiss, please?”
It may have been the childlike yearning in his scarlet eyes, or the handsome face framed in a waterfall of black silken hair, or perhaps the solid and manly shape of his body, whatever it was, Sebastian was making it difficult for Ciel to look away. The baritone voice, like liquid honey poured warm and sweet into his ear, trickled over Ciel’s skin and he felt himself give in just a bit.
Sebastian watched as pink lips slightly parted, like a budding tulip, and Ciel's head tilted slowly upwards, coyly granting wordless permission. His heart quickened at the supple swell of the muted mouth and its silent promises. Should he latch on and feast? Should he devour and conquer? What way would allow him to endear himself to this young man? Sebastian felt his own conscience gnawing at his senses, chewing away at the animalistic urges and thus commanding restraint. A gentleman’s kiss, he inwardly decided as he brushed his fingers down the narrow bridge of Ciel’s nose and pressed a lone fingertip against his cupid’s bow.
A look of confusion swept across Ciel’s face but he spoke not, instead he kept his eye trained solely on Sebastian's heated gaze. Licking his bottom lip, the pirate traced the outline of Ciel’s lips and was about to continue down to his chin when the unthinkable happened. Without thought, without reason, Ciel’s tongue peeked out from between his lips and flicked the tip of Sebastian's finger. They stared at each other in utter shock.
“Good morning, young master! Did you sleep well?”
The high pitched creak of the door opening and Tanaka’s cheerful voice entering the room instantly murdered all beautiful and bright things for Sebastian. He twisted his body around towards the direction of the door and for the first time in his 25 years walking upon this earth, he cursed the existence of Japan.
“I did, Tanaka.” He snarled, glaring at his steward with unfiltered sarcasm.”Thank you ever so much.”
Tanaka met the hateful look with an unaffected one of his own.“I was addressing the Earl, Sebastian.” He stated matter of factly.”Do allow our guest to sit up, he must have his tea.” He held up a tray of steaming tea cups complete with a small platter of strawberry scones and a small cloth sack hung by strings on his arm.
Ciel slapped away Sebastian's hands and gathered up the sheets around his waist as he attempted to comport himself. “I slept as well as one could under such dire circumstances.” He grumbled loudly.. Sitting up, he scooted a few inches away from the sulking man.”I am accustomed to far more reasonable bedding conditions.”
Tanaka smiled. “Well said, Bocchan.”
“Do not refer to him as that, Tanaka!” Sebastian barked, sitting at the edge of the bed and watching as Tanaka served Ciel a cup of tea with a fruited scone on the saucer. “He is my prisoner! And why in bloody Hell is he served first?!”
Ciel rolled his eyes.“Overgrown brat.” He snipped.
Handing Ciel a linen napkin, Tanaka turned to glower over his ward.“Mind your tone with me, it has already been a tedious morning for a man of my advanced age. Whilst you frolic here in the comfort of your room. I have been regulating the early day chores and crew with Alois.” He chided.
Aware of the man's aging health and the fact that he still had not met with his crewman, Sebastian grabbed Tanaka’s hand and rubbed it between his two. “Shall you require a respite?” He asked worriedly.
Tanaka shook his head.”That will not be needed, Master.”
“Perhaps we should dock at the nearest port and allow you days of rest?” Sebastian offered.
Smiling genially, Tanaka patted Sebastian's head and waved away the suggestion. “Heavens no! And veer off from your course? No, my dearest boy, we shalt do no such thing.”
Kissing the back of Tanaka's hand, Sebastian felt immense guilt over his servant’s current state. “My apologies, Tanaka.” He spoke with reverence. “I wish not to bring you troubles.”
“Dressed as you are, the crew awaits to see their captain inspecting the deck.” Tanaka slipped his hand free and retrieved a cup of tea for Sebastian to take. “I will feed the young boy, educate him in the ways of our ship, and dress him in appropriate attire. Do allow me the responsibility.”
Sebastian gladly sipped his tea and nodded. “That will do fine, arigatou sensei.” He bowed his head.
Again waving his hand dismissively, Tanaka wiped the corner of Sebastian's mouth with his pocket kerchief. “Ie, ie, now run along, Sebastian.” He smiled.”Alois awaits your orders.”
Downing the rest of his tea, and complaining once again about the copious and unnecessary amount of honey in his beverage, Sebastian grabbed his long black cloak and hurriedly left the cabin. Ciel was quite surprised in witnessing the interactions between Tanaka and the all mighty pirate captain. It was obvious that their relationship was exceptionally close, but Tanaka appeared to have little to almost no boundaries with Sebastian. In turn, the Captain had no problems with expressing his affection and care for his servant.
Nibbling on the last crumb of his scone, Ciel wiped his hands clean with the napkin and addressed Tanaka. “How are you able to reign in that wild beast?!” He asked.
Tanaka took Ciel's empty cup and gave the boy a discerning look.“I raised that wild beast, do mind your tongue, Ciel.” He responded gravely.”Aside from the occasional nonsense he exhibits, Captain Michaelis is an intelligent and exceptional man.”
Ducking his head, Ciel felt instant regret over his unintended insult. “Yes, sir.” He mumbled.
Tanaka cleared the cups and placed them on a silver tray.“Though he is not of my blood, he is most dear and precious to me.” He admitted, taking out several articles of clothing from the small sack he came in with. “I will allow no harm to befall him, nor ill-will nor cursed word to be spoken towards him. That is my lot, Bocchan, to serve that man until my mortal coil is disposed of.”
Ciel shivered as he watched Tanaka place a shirt, underwear and pants on the bed besides him.“It it most admirable of you, such noble intentions.” He said, reaching out to snatch up a long sleeved white cotton shirt.
Tanaka offered a wry smile.“I am a man of high esteem.” He motioned for Ciel to get dressed.”Today I shall allow you knowledge of the ship, be mindful and pay attention to my instructions.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Do you fear the dark waters?”
Ciel knitted his brows at the strange question. “No, not at all. I was partially raised on an island.” He replied.”I was often called to venture out into the ocean on small boats for fishing excursions with my friends.”
The elderly man nodded. “I see. Be mindful of walking about the ship.” He warned. “One rogue wave will send you stumbling overboard to your death.”
“I can swim.” Ciel retorted while pulling up his pants which stopped short of his calves. “If need be, I know how to remain afloat.”
“Do not test these waters, Bocchan.” Tanaka observed the delicately sculpted arms of the boy as he slipped into his shirt.”To survive the freezing void of the open sea is an arduous challenge.”
“Yes, sir.” Ciel relented, pulling his cord belt tightly around his waist.”I shall be most careful.” He assured him.
The tingling sensation of what he had almost done with Sebastian still resonated throughout his skin. Ciel felt some form of mortification over having nearly succumbed to Sebastian's pleas for a kiss and yet he knew that if Tanaka had not interrupted them, he would have most assuredly kissed the pirate.
And why in heaven’s name did he lick that beast’s finger?!
Unlike Abberline, Sebastian ignited a rhythmic pulsing through Ciel’s veins and straight into his lower region. The heated throbbing he experienced in his groin while pinned like a bug beneath Sebastian's sizable frame left him nearly breathless. As much as his pride fought tirelessly to thwart the captain’s advances, something primal unfolded within Ciel and it beget a natural bodily reaction he did not want to accept.
Sebastian Michaelis aroused him.
“Dear lord.” Ciel coughed into his hand as his cheeks flushed bright red. Tanaka raised an amused eyebrow and made a mental note to add more iron to the boy’s diet.
“You shall certainly be in dire need of it.” He chuckled under his breath as the pair headed out the door.
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Chapter 15
Notes:
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More adventures to post, more stories to write and yeah it's been awhile but things are slowly getting back into order for me. Writing is the healing remedy for all of my ailments so I'm just thankful that I have an outlet for the pain and misery of reality. It's a beautiful world, but there's so much ugly in it.
Let's enjoy a time of delicious sexually charged pirates hungry for companionship and booty!!!!! This chapter is a bit more on the emotional side but I hope you all enjoy it! Thanks for the constant support and love! ❤️
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The afternoon sun burnt bright and vivid as the ship rolled through the deep blue waves. Seagulls screeched high pitched greetings, hungrily scanning the ship for morsels and scraps, while the crewman squinted at the skies and went about their chores. A steady hum resonated amongst the crew, gruff banter and laughter circulating betwixt the deckhands. From younger pirates swabbing fish scales and dirty water oft the planked floor to the carpenters mending distressed points between the mast and bulkheads, all hands were occupied with their tiresome work. Doubtless it was back breaking most times, with muscles sore and aching by the day’s end, but everyone understood their place and welcomed the security of having notched their bodies into the Pirate's life. Food was aplenty and a warm bed awaited them at the end of their shifts and all eyes watched each one’s back.
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